"Yes," Winter says blandly. "I was working on that when I ran into you."

His kind of scaring is very particular, at least, and a lot harder to do on accident, or in the process of his work. At least not when he's not having to shoot his co-workers in dreamspaces. Ditching his mask finally, at least most of the time, went a long way.

"You said you heard something?" He tilts his head a little in the direction she'd originally been looking.