[Someone needs some boundaries training. Ben studiously ignores her right until she says that last thing, at which point he slams random coordinates into the navicomputer and punches them into hyperspace just in time to stand up and whirl on her.]

I am not forcing my way into your mind!

[He shouts, more out of terror than anger. His hands are back to shaking, and he hears that growling in the back of his head, prompting him to close his ears until it subsides.]

I--I wouldn't even know how, even if I wanted to, ok? It was just a dream. I don't know how else to explain it--

[He's scared. He can't admit that to her (she wouldn't care), but this newfound lack of barrier is terrifying.]