Yeah, she's fully aware that she looks ridiculous. Not that Spike doesn't look pretty ridiculous with goat legs and little horns, but she definitely wins the prize for Most Disparate Animal Parts. Despite her general weariness - or perhaps because of it - she finds herself with a faint, self-deprecating smirk on her face. It's sort of nice, having a ready-made joke to share in with total strangers, even if she's the punchline. Her life before the CIA wasn't exactly bursting with inherent camaraderie, and her time with the CIA is something she tries not to think about.

"A lot more human," she corrects, cautiously pushing herself into a sitting position. "And taller." Though not by much. This is the first time she's managed to just sit up in this body, and it's sort of hard to judge height in a natural setting, but she'd guess that her head's only a foot or so lower than it normally would be.

She's pretty sure he's another rifty - they tend to be in these weird-ass dreams - but she still asks, "Did you come through the rift, too?"