[ Her eyes go wide behind her helmet. Flowers. It can't be a coincidence, right?

She hesitates, just long enough for him to notice. But then she shakes her head. They don't have time. ]

I'm not talking about dreams. Did you see anyone else here? On the island?

[ She steps closer, looking up at him urgently. ]

He's short, and he has blond hair, and he would've been - carrying a crossbow, maybe -