Sam trailed after her, staying relatively close so that he could concentrate on what she was saying. Caffeine addiction aside, it was difficult enough with since two thirds of what she said at any given time was completely irrelevant. At least the Texas accent wasn't so thick that he had to filter that, too; it almost made the rambling cute instead of disturbing. He shook his head at her inquiry. "You're not. It's kind of a nice change. My brother and I don't talk that much." He hadn't meant it like that, like "talk" in the "talk about anything serious" kind of way, but that's how it came out.
They were arguing about hellhounds right now.
He cleared his throat. "But, uhm. So you're sure this is... you know. A different dimension?" It sounded crazy. Then again, there was the buildings that moved, the mishmash of what seemed to be worlds, and the big Wall he'd talked to three different people about. Maybe he was crazy too.