His sentences and talking it out made her eyes narrow a bit. She knew that line of thinking. Or at least she was sure she knew where he was going with that. If there was no one in the room to hurt her it must be him, huh?

She shook her head at him, reaching a hand out to grab hold of his wrist, so he didn't take off on her just then.

"I have water, and a cloth. I'm fine, Grant. Please..." She said softly, moving closer to him again, reaching up to touch his cheek softly. "I just had a bad dream. Maybe I hit myself is all. I was... fighting Agent May again. I don't know. It's fine. I think I did it myself..."