[Oswin hesitates when the console's pointed out to her, but she knows that her own apprehension can't get in the way of a job that needs to be done. Her feet drag a little on her way over to join her new friend, but she makes her way there and watches for a moment before reaching out to place her hand on the other woman's shoulder.]

Why do you assume we're prisoners someplace?

[The fact that the word dream was mentioned at all has her on edge though. It eats at her and keeps her questioning the reality of all this. Maybe it's just another figment of her imagination, a desperate attempt to cling on to humanity and existing. She swallows a lump that forms in her throat and gently edges her way in to get closer to the console.]

If we are, we wouldn't have access to a terminal. Specially not one as basic as this.