"Right, ok..." Charles takes a slow breath in and out, relax it's only a dream. Once he does, everything stabilizes.
He looks around with a new perspective. It was different than being in another's mind, he felt a bit more grounded here. Much like the anchor that Eames had referred to earlier. He hadn't expected all of the other people walking around though, he had thought it would be just him and Eames. "Not exactly what I thought it would be like..." he says. There's a pleased look up at the building they're in front of. "My alma mater. Good ole Oxford, just as I remember it."