The shoulder pats are largely unwelcome but considering he doesn't really feel them thanks to his cybernetics, he just grits his teeth in an unhappy grimace and keeps moving. He can't decide currently if Riley is funny or just obnoxious, but he has other things to think on right now.

For example, he does know a way out. In reality, the exit to the training hall is another several yards down this corridor to a bank of elevators and a door to the emergency stairs off to the right. But in reality, it would already be teaming with Peacekeepers.

But this isn't reality, it's a dream, and moreover it's his dream, or so he thinks by being present in it that it has to at least partially be his, which means he can effect it. In theory. In theory it would be wonderfully convenient if there was another emergency door just before the turn to the elevators, one with a softly glowing red exit sign and a bar door that won't set off alarms when they go through it and won't alert the Peacekeepers undoubtedly waiting to shoot them down if they turn the corner to the elevator bank.

It really would be ideal...

"Yes," he grunts, trying to exert his will over the dream world.