Re: The stairwell to the eighth floor, 12:03 AM.
So she was taking the 'I'm high as a kite in a hurricane' route. Huh. Well, it was her choice. He smiled and hesitantly reached out to pat her shoulder, but relented to keep from having his hand removed unnaturally.
"Don't know what yer jabbering on about, if anything it's me hallucination but I don't partake in the grass." He stretched his arms over his head a moment, then relaxed. It really wouldn't make sense for him to be having a strange walk through dreamland when he didn't partake in any serious drug other than good ol' caffeine. Though the thought of a good pint of grog sounded appealing right now just so he'd have an excuse for what was going on. "I know I'm real, what doth that say about ye?"