Topher's face twists in sympathy at the man hitting his head, not to mention the rush of paranoia suddenly bleeding into the dreamspace. He sets the plating down, and gives a bit of a shrug.

"Well, um. This isn't actually real," he explains. "It's a dream. You're dreaming," he adds. He can elaborate further, but he wants to give that statement a few moments to sink in before he goes on. He still feels like he should know the guy, but Topher's never been great with names or faces. Or people in general.