Fortunately for Daine, she's grown used to folk speaking in fancier language than she'd think necessary - enough so that she understands that it has happened before, but not a-purpose. That's an odd power to have, and she can't help wondering what else he could take out of dreams. Then again, if he's experimenting on a little piece of paper, there's probably no cause for alarm. Anyway, he seems nice enough. The offer to put information in her mind was a bit unsettling, but the TARDIS could probably do the same, and she's all right.

"Okay," Daine agrees, folding the paper back up as it was and handing it back to him. "Text me if it works; then I'll have your number as well. Zagreus, right?"