She'd find multiple reasons, if there was any way of getting him to talk. The obvious, in as much as he'd prefer not to be caught out and have his memories altered and his 'dream' life slowly eroded away to nothing, but also the deeper reasons, the fact that he'd rarely been open and honest about his own identity even without the added complications of their current situation. Still, he returned her grin with a lazy one of his own.

"It's hard to say. I only have my memory to base my conclusions on after all," and they were supposedly unreliable, despite that he didn't believe that for a moment, "still, I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't like to believe I'm both those things."

And he winked, before turning his gaze upwards to the sky she had so recently indicated, seeing nothing but a wall of brownish-grey as the sandstorm continued to whip and rage above them. It was true; from their current perspective it showed no signs of abating.

"It's a fair point. Who knows whether we'll make it there or not, or whether there really is a there for us to get to?"