This makes him blink. He sits up, looking puzzled. "Am I? It seemed so real." Was it yet another vivid nightmare? "Real, yet... hazy. That device they had on me... it compromised my mind."

The mention of food well and truly derails this train of thought. It's horrible. Brain cars everywhere. "Oh--it's still good? I..." He at least has the good grace to look a little sheepish. "I'd appreciate that," he murmurs. "I don't think I can yet stand for very long at all."