Rory, on the other hand, was not terribly surprised to see the look of surprise on Mal's face. He was walking, after all. To any part of his subconcious, that would not be normal, so it was natural for dream-Mal to be a little off-put but something so strange.
"It's okay," he reassured her gently. "I know it's weird to see me walking. It's a dream. In real life I wouldn't be able to do this!" He leaped up in the air sretching his fingers as far as he could toward the clear blue sky. Every time he dreamt this way he always jumped like that at least once - it was a motion he could remember mimicking many times during his childhood. He'd always wanted to jump up, up into the sky until he was enveloped in cool blue, his fingers brushing against wind-softened clouds. Maybe in some dream, he'd do that. But not today. Right now, he had Mal to talk to.
"Yeah..." he tilted his head a little, still a bit puzzled about why his subconscious would bring her here. "You must've. I was here to begin with. I like dreams where I'm running on the beach."