[He leans against the desk next to her, listening to her story closely, giving her his full attention. When he speaks after she's done, his voice is genuine, filled with understanding, but no trace of pity.]

I'm sorry. That must have been horrible, all of that on top of not knowing what the hell was going on.

[Bobby gives a soft, small smile.]

If I didn't know you weren't from my world, I'd swear you were a mutant. Some of the people I know had manifestations like that. Suddenly having uncontrollable powers that no one else understands, well. It's not easy, as you obviously know.

[He looks at the necklace curiously when she explains its significance.]

Keeps the bogeymen away? Huh. Maybe it wards off evil spirits, or something. There's a lot of amulets and stuff in my world that's supposed to do that. But maybe with your powers, it's actually real.

[And he's been incredibly successful in taking this conversation to nice, depressing places, hasn't he? When she doesn't laugh at his comment about not controlling his powers during nightmares, he figures that hit home for her. Perhaps she has nightmares she'd rather not think of, or difficulty controlling her own powers during sleep. In any case, he files that away, and steers the conversation elsewhere.]

My nights tend to be spent more towards sneaking ice cream in the kitchen, now, though. Which sadly might be coming to an end. But hey! If there's milk and stuff, I can make my own.