She's quiet, methodical, searching through other people's heads like an automaton. It's on her third time out of a dream and into another that she passes through his world, gun already out. She doesn't level it at him, because he's shown no signs of trying to attack her yet. And even tired as she is, that's enough to make her think he must be of some importance.

"Who are you?" It's quiet, demanding and harsh. "I don't recognize you."