He frowns, perplexed by her insistence that she's dangerous, even in spite of the dream explanation. She does not seem confused or irrational, rather she sounds like she knows exactly what she's talking about. But she's so small, and clearly good-hearted, what is it about her that makes her dangerous?

"Nor do I," he says, "dream, that is. Not normally. It's something the rift does, pulls us into dreams together. This is your first time, I take it?" He offers her a faint smile, trying to appear calm and composed for the both of them.

"I promise you won't hurt me," he adds, a little more properly soothing this time. "For one thing, I'm quite a bit stronger than I look. But more importantly, nothing that happens in dreams will affect us when we wake up. We may remember each other, but that's all." He strengthens the smile a bit, encouraging.

"My name's Aziraphale," he says. "What's yours?"