Miles, for the most part, just stares. The lady with the glowy hand and the face tattoos and the pointy ears -- he'd missed those on a first glance somehow, so frigging much to take in -- is clearly someone important in...whatever this is. Actually, the total unfamiliarity of it all is thoroughly alarming, and that low key panic is getting a hell of a lot louder. This is -- bad? Probably? Hallucinations about Beatrice and Murka are one thing -- still pretty bad, but they make sense in context -- but this is...ugh. He's giving himself a damned headache. Another side effect of the hallucination?
Miles closes his eyes and rubs his temples, trying to get his mind to slow down enough to string together two coherent thoughts. This is a hallucination, a very bizarre and disturbingly real-feeling one, and just knowing it's a hallucination is doing nothing to shake it off or make it fade. Medication-related, probably. He supposes he could sit in here making awkward conversation until it passes, but if his addled brain is going to come up with a hallucination this elaborate, maybe he ought to just go with it. Play along until this all wears off or one of his officers notices something's amiss and carts his ass back to sickbay.
He looks up abruptly at Lavellan, a too-bright smile plastered over face to mask the panic. Go with it now, figure out the rest later. He'll probably come to before there even is a later.
"Never heard of you," he tells her cheerfully, smoothing down the front of his Dendarii uniform. Weird that he's still wearing it in the hallucination, but whatever. "But I'm pleased to meet you, Inquisitor." He pauses. "So, er...what exactly do you inquire in your line of work?"
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Miles closes his eyes and rubs his temples, trying to get his mind to slow down enough to string together two coherent thoughts. This is a hallucination, a very bizarre and disturbingly real-feeling one, and just knowing it's a hallucination is doing nothing to shake it off or make it fade. Medication-related, probably. He supposes he could sit in here making awkward conversation until it passes, but if his addled brain is going to come up with a hallucination this elaborate, maybe he ought to just go with it. Play along until this all wears off or one of his officers notices something's amiss and carts his ass back to sickbay.
He looks up abruptly at Lavellan, a too-bright smile plastered over face to mask the panic. Go with it now, figure out the rest later. He'll probably come to before there even is a later.
"Never heard of you," he tells her cheerfully, smoothing down the front of his Dendarii uniform. Weird that he's still wearing it in the hallucination, but whatever. "But I'm pleased to meet you, Inquisitor." He pauses. "So, er...what exactly do you inquire in your line of work?"