Well, now. This is different. It's not like the others, so directionless and all-encompassing, so crowded with mental presence - here, there's only the one. This is a particular dream, one person's mind. How curious.

Once again, he doesn't really remember falling asleep. This has got to stop happening. He frowns sternly at the surroundings and pokes around for a bit. Strange, that he can wander around without directly interacting with the dreamer.

Or - who's that, there? Someone's rounded the corner of the long, vaguely corporate-looking corridor. Someone... not familiar. Someone very small.

She's the dreamer? But who is she? She feels... different, somehow. Something's off, not quite human, not quite a singular mind. He can't pin down what it is he's sensing. Maybe some sort of... dream static. He brushes it aside for now.

"Er," he says. Children. Oh dear. He's not good with children. He rubs his palms on his trousers. "Hello." He bends down a little, trying to appear affable. He has no idea how to approach this - does she know she's dreaming? Should he tell her?

He settles for a straightforward, "Are you all right?"