She nods tightly in response, not knowing what the altered physicality means— at least not for him. Her gaze does linger on his hands and claws for just a moment, but she otherwise seems unperturbed. She's seen worse. Hell, she's probably been worse. Sure as hell not going to judge his dream self for whatever it has going on.

"I'm sure you do, tough guy."

There's the barest flash of a wry smile in response. It's brief, but the remark itself is affectionate, even if it's hard to tell. She keeps an eye on him before following suit, putting her own hand out to feel for the wall along her left to help them find their way.

"Forward from here, sounds like. Anything shifts above or below us, we fuckin' bolt."

Because yeah— let's make sure the Noctaere is the only one getting crushed. She begins to venture forward in the dim light, sending her own little conjured beacon a few inches ahead of them to light the way.

"... why the hell do they gotta laugh like that? Grating as shit."