Bodhi blinks dazedly at Soldat a moment, then nods. It's a little stiff, the way he feels after sleeping too long in pilot's chairs rather than beds, or just at a funny angle after a night out. He puts that down to, well, being in a completely different place than he last remembers. The dream, quietly eerie and rather nonsensical, is already fading. "I, um." It's not an accomplishment. Something must be wrong. "What?"