Her movements are altogether too quietly self-affirming to mean anything else. She's establishing her sense of this unreality - the moment of frozen realization is immediately recognizable. Rush would quantify that as a fairly solid second party confirmation of the dream's inherent qualities. But then that tense, wrenching tone persists, and Rush merely looks at her warily, entirely uncertain as to how he should be interpreting that. Unrealities are, by their nature, of little consequence.

"What is this?" he asks, making a marginal effort to reduce the curtness of his tone with equally marginal success and stepping cautiously over a coiled root to keep pace. "Memory?"