This is her version of relaxed, or as close as she can get without chemical help. She's gotten sleep recently, has dreamed without incident, and doesn't have people actively trying to murder her. Probably.

Being told to relax sort of makes her want to stab him, though. She smiles rather viciously in return and sniffs disdainfully at the standard American barbeque food on display.

"I'm not eating magic food unless it's got some serious hallucinogenic properties to make up for probably selling my soul."

She'd never quite agreed with Bryde on the matter of eating dream stuff, but she still wasn't risking it for food she didn't even like in the waking world.