She does not quite fit in with this place; sometimes, Benji can simply blend into her surroundings, but usually when she has a sense of time and place. She does not, here, just new and innate knowledge; she has never physically set foot outside of America, but she has walked the coasts of Sicily, England, Israel... but never outside of more than a few decades. Sometimes, people paint fictional realities, depictions of what they have seen and can stitch into imagination, but these always seem painted.

This does not.

Her mission is not forgotten so much as set aside, unable not to be a little fascinated as she absorbs, readily, the provided detail and information. She climbs to shore, dressed not to blend in but to be ignored. She could be walking down the streets in Baedal, but it's less what she presents as visually so much as she simply chooses to not seem important to the avatars this stranger has populated her dreamscape with.

This can be reset by the lady who dictates what she sleeps about, but until then-- she moves, seeking the centre of the dream, which is, without fail, the dreamer.