Nicky works at the kitchen with you since a while now and you two became close friends. You were talking about a weird dream you had when she interrupted you.

She fixes her apron and put the potato she was peeling on the counter.

Nope, don't tell me about the dream you had. I've a strict policy, I don't wanna hear about anybody else's dream unless I'm in it and we're fucking.

She smiles at you, trying to put you at ease.

In the dream, I mean.