Breathe and focus. This is his dream, this is their operation. Jaeger has been trained for his entire life to manipulate energy, to control his magic. This is just an extension of that, a new application of familiar discipline, and he'll be damned if he lets his fear get the better of him.

He glances at Garner, only hesitating a second before he speaks. Garner knows enough already: a little more won't hurt anything, and if understanding this place helps, well, it's worth the revelation.

"I was never in the house itself. Prisoners were kept in the guest house," he says softly, starting down the corridor and willing it to steady. Something about the water-stained pattern on the wallpaper reminds him of elegant, curving lines and whorls of scar tissue, and he flinches, looking resolutely forward instead. "And...there was no fire."

Is that part Ava's? He's not sure. He read Yelena's briefing, but it's hard to tell in a shifting, uncertain dreamscape.