She chuckles. "You can move I have the rough sketch down Dean."

She's silent listening to him. "I don't even think I can begin to understand how that is. I mean at least what I hunt, for the most part, doesn't hunt you back." She looked at the bracer on her arm. "I take it nightmares?" She honestly wanted to know more about him. If anything he was more interesting than half the guys she usually met on digs, and she could see small scars, he was as used to action, if not more than she was. "Would that really be the way to go out though? Though I know some hunters on my world, that would prefer to go out finding their "Atlantis" and never making it back to civilization."