Dawn can easily pick up on the cue that Grey won't or can't speak. She's communicated with a few spirits and demons that couldn't speak back to her, not in the usual way. So naturally, her first inclination is to think that Grey is a spirit/ghost of some kind, which in her corner of the universe is kind of cool.

"I'm Dawn. Summers. Dawn Summers. But you can call me Dawn." She says, digging through her bag and getting a notebook and pen, a purple glitter pen to be exact, and sets it in front of her. She won't push him to use it. It's just an experiment, really, to see if this is the kind of spirit that can touch things and use them.

"Sorry I didn't see you before. I was... dancing to my music." Her hands come up to cover her face. "Oh no. You saw me dancing. That's totally the most embarrassing." She peeks through her fingers. "Sorry?"