Okay. That's. Okay. Artolo blinks at her, face crumpled in plain confusion. This is a new one.

"Alright, Aramat," he says slowly, eyeing her awkwardly. "Yeah, you, uh, you sure said that. Did you just wake up from a dream or something...?" Because he's pretty sure she doesn't take the same kind of shit he does, which rules that out. Dreams, 'tho? Dreams are weird as hell all the time.