If there was sarcasm there, it was missed on Ray who was still coming down from Dream City, United States, circa 1979. He rubbed at his own chin, looking at the stranger, still pretty dazed.
"Walked," he answered, looking down at his feet. He'd managed to slip into a pair of Converse this time, although he'd done a piss poor job of lacing them up and he was still in his pajama pants. He looked back at the gruff man. The guy's voice was like grain, both soothing and infuriating at the same time, if only for the now noticeable sarcastic drip that seemed to be innate.
"When I have these dreams, I wake up in weird places," he admitted. "Sorry I called you a dick." He wasn't really that sorry.