"...I... don't know," she says, at first, just as disconcerted now that she knows vaguely where she is. Very vaguely. "I thought it'd... higher."

Jazz gives an appreciative mewl at the attention, looking up at him with a lot more clarity and focus than most animals in dreams have. Most animals don't dream with humans, after all. His breath comes out in little foggy puffs.

"Is this really the Titanic?"