Ah, then he didn't remember. Probably for the best, all told, and up to Chris to say something...but he doesn't. It doesn't feel important right now and there's enough on everyone's minds than to include instances of sleepwalking and talking to worry about.

Instead, Chris offers his own thin smile and a hand in greeting before stepping back to partially lean against a nearby wall. In some respects, it feels like the only way to keep upright. "Chris Sonom, pleasure, Andrew Jaeger. And you've a point: time's likely the only thing to help...but in the meantime, there's precious little sleep to aid it along."

He nods towards the direction of the Medical Wing. "You injured or hoping for miracles?"