"Buh?" Inelegant, but as she snaps back to herself she doesn't really think about it. "Oh, sorry, Elliott. I just... at least you know something, y'know? I just keep thinking about what I saw and it just makes me want to play music. Except I can't even do that, because I play the guitar and my vision had me with a bass." Lisa pauses, then grimaces. "A nice-looking bass, for that matter. Just that right kind of shiny to be expensive but not gaudy. So it's kind of got me in a mood, and I was thinking about it again, because if it's supposed to mean something, I'm not very good at talking to myself. Didn't mean to scare you."

Shaking her head, she refocuses, smiling back at him again. "I'll be okay."