"Well." She folds both hands around her teacup, keeping them still. "I'm gonna say again that you don't have to talk about it, but if you still feel like you need to, then yeah. And if there's any of this you want me to keep in confidence, I will."

A beat, to see if he seems at all likely to withdraw.

"Powell, that was ... he was the man in your dream? Going by a number?"