Yui runs a hand through her hair, her fingers tensing into a fist when they settle back in her lap. Her face is stressed with anger - an unbridled rage and a thirst for vengeance bubbling just beneath the surface.

"I can't get it out of my head. Everyone else rode by, but I watched. Watched as the pavement grated his skin away. He looked like a corpse, dragging himself into the road. While that son of a bitch Shinji won the prize money, Hiro lost his ability to walk." She scoffs, her teeth gritting as she swallows the urge to slam a fist into the wall, the mattress, or- anything, really. "I swear, I'm going to knock the teeth out of that sleazy, smug grin of his. He should be in the hospital, not Hiro."

This isn't the first time she's had nightmares about the event, but it is the first time that she's been with someone else when the nightmare occurred. Being able to talk about it both removes a bit of a weight from her chest, and also simultaneously amps her frustration up.

After several moments of mentally playing out some fantasies of brawling the man in question, she takes in a breath and lifts her gaze to her guest. "Sorry for waking you. A sleepover isn't the most ideal setting for a nightmare, huh?" She shakes her head, her hands, and her shoulders - trying to rid herself of the haunting imagery. "I'm gonna grab a beer. You want one?"