Fortescue blinks, startled no matter how obvious the approach is. The point of the dream is being alone. Isn't it? She doesn't bother to move from the sofa, though, and waves her glass of wine at him slightly, ushering him inside.

"Not really. Come on in. It's Galen, isn't it?"

Jazz mewls quietly, cautious, green eyes still fixed on Galen.