He pushes himself to his feet in a surge of movement both fluid and precariously unstable, hands dragging over the wall for support. The short tirade directed at him receives little besides a prolonged, exaggerated blink of tired irritation, then a brisk shake of his head.

"I've just explained it," he grunts. "The Rift penetrates multiple worlds, sometimes physically and sometimes in much more transient, undetected ways. The Rift bridges through spacetime without any discernible order. The Rift enabled this dream." He favors her with a look of weary disdain and rolls one shoulder bracingly. "Clear enough?"