Glancing up when Charles speaks, almost as if just realizing he was there. Giving a nod, he glanced around. Some details changed, the way the sky was late afternoon with fluffy clouds, or that the elevators were gleaming chrome and not wood paneled. Some was intentional, others just as the things changed, especially when another was there.
"Those you see here are projections. You and I are the only dreamers here, so for the time it is us and my mind."