Berthe moved forwards as the cloudy white light gave way to the visage of a large estate, fading in to her immediate surroundings. Garbled echoes whirled around her as she moved toward something resembling a central pillar of sorts.

It turned out to be a fountain. The echoing sharpened in to one distinct command - still she couldn't figure out where it was coming from, nevertheless, she froze alright. The swarm of uniformed men wasn't a norm to her usually whimsical dreams, completely foreign and out of her control. She couldn't help but break that freeze to turn herself around in one spot - examining the white and electric blue troops as her mind questioned, was she still dreaming?

It was hard to fully comprehend their words, she knew what they were saying, sure - they were speaking her language... but the context was far from her grasp. Her face rumpled in misunderstanding, really trying to make heads or tails of this back and forth regarding her. The who, what, when, where, why and hows were all caught in her throat as she watched the others move out and away.

"High potential for what - where am I - what's a Daggart?" Berthe managed to ask, mixing priority questions with curious ones. She had nothing to hinge on but the key words spoken, setting her confused look on this Sergeant Blue. "Karma Society? Now I know I'm still dreaming, I must be. Aren't I?" she second-guessed herself out loud, following closely behind this person who seemed so organized and certain, who seemed like he had answers. It was the first time in a long time since she felt so out of place in her own dreams, if this even was her dream anymore.