"I can't help it, I'm a doctor," Roman smiles sheepishly. His habit's also very distracting. Even if he also has plenty of those, he only abuses them because of the stressing circumstances.

His hands rest on his lap. "I used to be a clairvoyant," he answers him, "And my soul used to be connected with," he does a vague hand gesture. Revelation, that kind of thing. It's unsettling to him now who is a normal human being. "I didn't often have prophetic dreams, I could see things wide awake but I know those happen." Did he ever dream in life? He blinks, unable to remember. Maybe his wish is being unravelled a little, he doesn't know how or why. "In the last days, um-I also slept walk and wrote down the coordinates with a scrap of paper next to my nightstand." That also happens with prophetic dreams. But it's never happened before.