In the time Clair has had her small share of Dream-essence, she's learned how to use it. And so her dreams are hand-crafted things, a grey-white gleaming city, idealized New York. Home. She's alone tonight, leaving Angelina to dream her own dreams and not attract attention. Alone, but in a peaceful way, not lonely. Ghosting along on dreams of actuators, she patrols to see that her tiny pocket of Dreaming is as it should be.