And sprung on her it is, enough so to make her stop in her tracks to look up at him in surprise. "The other me?" Is he still talking about that dream? She hadn't really talked to anyone else there, but it occurs to her now that she might not have been the only one meeting temporally displaced dreamers.

"What point in time was I... oh." There really aren't many circumstances in which she would feel the need to comment on someone's appearance in such a way. "I'm afraid I can guess," she amends with a rather sour expression, uncomfortably reminded of that whole situation, of losing her mind, of dying. "I'm sorry you had to see it. I wasn't... well." She lowers her gaze gloomily. Still, it could have been worse. She could have been in the shape of the Brigadier. But she shuts that bitter and disturbing thought down before Gabriel can sense too much of it.