[She very nearly orders him to keep working on his problems. The focused attention is a little unnerving, but it's not as if he means it badly.]

. . . I had a dream when I was . . . I think around eight or so. About myself, standing in a room full of girls who were and were not myself. Each of them had some subtle difference about her, some feature or personality quirk that made her me, and yet not. I was so taken by the idea that I immediately started looking into things like parallel universes, which led me to physics. I opened a textbook, and . . .

[She pauses, and then simply:]

It made sense, as nothing else ever had.