That is actually surprisingly placating, all hedging politely, asking if he's allowed. It's enough to leave a caesura in her outrage, giving her the chance to consider that he might be sincerely trying to be truthful. There is a possibility that allows for that, which only now occurs to her.

She squints at him in suspicion, then cards a hand into his hair to hold him still while she bends down and stares into his eyes. The history is all there, though she's only reading the most recent few pages, a part of her hoping she might hear the rest of it in words. And there it is, the waking world. As her perception of the truth shifts, she grimaces and lets out a heartfelt "eurgh" before releasing his hair and straightening up.

"I thought this dimension was even blander than most. There's nothing but an ocean in this story! I told Nobody, I told him so." The repetition is a comforting tic picked up from her pilot; she's still pretty rattled. With a dramatic sigh she plops down on the board across from Zagreus, sulking profoundly. "All your matter dimensions look the same."