[Huffing softly under her breath, Milla crosses her arms and stares at him, somehow still hoping everything will make sense. Maybe it's an aftereffect of that dream.]

What kind of question is that? I'm seeing you, aren't I? It's just that you're doing some weird trick or those fish messed with my head because you look... blurry.

[Actually now that she's said it out loud, it sounds so stupid. But that can't really be helped. Everything else looks normal so it isn't her eyes. It's just him.]