[ Jean-Luc blinked, as if snapping out of a trance. He inhaled a deep breath as if in standing still he had forgotten to breathe. And then he realized what had pulled him out of whatever had been happening just now.
He doesn't quite have himself completely together when he looks to the other man and nods half-heartedly. ] Yes, I suppose you're correct.
[ He looks down to his arm, stretching his fingers out as if looking for an appendage that isn't there, something that could have connected with the kiosk to acquire all the information about the prison, something from his nightmares. ]