Ven followed along, hands in his pockets as he watched the kid browse the aisles. "Oh -- uh..." Beside him, Mograe was watching him more intently than usual. Ven had said very little about where he was from, and his hesitation now made her wonder. "I was... sleeping," he said after a moment, glancing aside at the far wall absently. "I'm not really sure where I was. I just remember some kind of weird dream, and then I woke up here."

He looked at Greg again, curious. "Oh, hey -- if you were awake when it happened, do you know who brought you here?"