Rylie stared at the sudden addition to her cramped living space. Honestly, what else was she supposed to do?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Trust you?</span>she thought sarcastically,<span style="font-style: italic">Trust you?! You tried to kill me earlier! Not to mention the remark about seeing to it that I was in a coffin or whatever... Unless that was a quip.</span><br/><br/>She sat down slowly in one of the chairs he'd conjured, as though wary that it would disappear as soon as she did so. She didn't reach for any food immediately. She'd had a piece of toast with jam before leaving for work, and Rylie was accustomed to being hungry, anyway. But it would be rude if she refused... Besides, she was probably dreaming or hallucinating this whole thing anyway, so what was the harm?<br/><br/>She made it a point to ignore his statement about "things" happening if the medics had got to him. She'd probably saved their lives, now that she thought about it. Oh, but this was a dream, so they were never really in danger anyway, right?<br/><br/>"Don't talk with your mouth full," She admonished automatically, having been scolded for it in multiple foster homes as a child. Of course, Rylie had eventually taken it a step further, and where she'd once been a talkative child, she became a silent, reserved young adult. The quiet suited her better anyway, she'd decided.<br/><br/>Gingerly, she pulled a few vegetables onto a plate that hadn't been there before and took a few nibbles. They were seasoned perfectly, and she was surprised at the flavor, "This is a surprisingly lucid dream," she mumbled quietly. She watched him covertly. Even in sleep (or at least, she was pretty sure she had to be dreaming all this) her mind had questions.<br/><br/>"What are you?" She asked suddenly. Rylie gasped slightly, "Sorry. That was rude. I meant to ask who you are, not what."