[ The question has Minka looking away, then grabbing her tea. She takes a sip, forgetting she's added nothing to it, and makes a disgusted noise, setting down her cup and dumping sugar in by the heaping spoonful. ]

I dunno. Maybe?

[ She stirs the sugar in, making no effort to stop the spoon from clinking obnoxiously against the side of the cup. But it's a helpful distraction. She doesn't like talking about this, so she watches the spoon move. ]

It's not like it was before. Used to be I'd fall asleep, wake back up, and there was nothing in between. But now, sometimes... I wake up and it's like I remember being somewhere else, or watching a story play out. I can never remember where, or what was going on, but there's something there in between sleeping and waking up.

[ Her gaze jerks up to Inessa. ]

Not all the time. Just sometimes. Maybe once a week. It's because of this stupid thing, isn't it? [ She lifts her hand, though the anchor is hidden underneath a rough, cracked glove. ] I never had that "in between time" before.