He had thought that he would be more excited to hear those words. And perhaps, in reality, he yet would be. But then this was no ordinary dream either, of that much he was certain. Somewhere between the realms of dreams and reality perhaps? But how close to one or the other, he had no way of telling at present.

And even had this been reality, her tone and the fact that she'd approached him as she had would have likely given him pause. Still, he saw no reason to refuse her; this was what she'd been made for after all. "I suspect that in this place we effectively have all the time in the world," he said. "So please, go ahead with your report, and I will listen to it all."