She turned the wheelchair to face him fully, and briefly gave him a grimace.

"We don't know. We have to assume it will... But this... uhm, game of theirs may just be the beginning..." Grenn trailed off unhappily and shrugged, remembering the muddled 'dream'. "But if we don't assume that playing their game will get us home... And we get punished if we don't, and we can't leave, what to do then?"

There was nothing to do. Unless there was something else, but she wasn't about to share that with the first person she met, and especially not here in the lobby.