"Holy shit calm down," says Johnny somewhat desperately and in a single breath. "Look, just trust me, okay? I've been through this before." He considers trying to argue the semantics of dream vs. simulation, but what's the point? Simulation is almost more accurate. Anyway this guy's apparently a doctor, so he's liable to be insufferable about it.

Nova's pressing her face against his neck, practically radiating a desire to get away from the loud angry stranger, but Johnny's not in favor of running away just yet. He keeps his hand pressed to her, trying to calm her down, and, by natural extension, himself.

"Quiet down, okay?" he hisses. "We don't know what's out there."