He let himself be pulled back, tossing Sam a curious look as he returned the muttered words with a few of his own. "You humans have hundreds of dreams a week, most of which you don't remember. He'll take no harm from it and I'll share the cash. No harm, no foul. Why is this a problem?"

There was honest confusion in his voice, head tilting to the side. He'd seen the nightmares, they might as well be his own, and the credits offered would help him secure items on the planet.

Tom was silent, a deliberate blank of no thought that he had almost managed to perfect over his years as a host.