He's not so sure about that, but he agrees that he shouldn't be there; after a moment of reflection, he looks around the place and seems to quietly recognize that it's definitely no lake that he knows. It's a sad thing, how bits and pieces of reality suddenly return--as suddenly as they'd disappeared. He drags his legs from the water, reaching for the jacket, quickly dragging it back over the scars--that's right, those were from this ship, right? He remembers the otherworld. And Strela. Yeah, all of that. He just... couldn't remember how the hell he got here.

"... Did--I was here when you came in, right?"

It's been a pattern, an off and on one. He kinda' wants to apologize but that'd be pretty lame, right? They've had the conversation about this, and she was okay with it; just... stay calm, Shepherd. Don't freak out, because she gets it.

He squares his shoulders, hands moving to his pockets.

"I don't think I'm sleepwalking, but I don't remember getting here."