That was quite possibly one of Snow's biggest flaws: Just because you could more-or-less take him at face value meant that he tended to assume the same of other people. And for him, this seemed pretty black and white. There were the people like him, the 'sleepers', and then there were the people trying to tell them their lives were just a dream. Two opposing sides, and if she was confused like him, that put them on the same side, right?

'No harm done, right?' He nodded, grin shifting from sheepish to something more confident. "Right."

And then came the loaded question.

It was a pretty simple question, actually, but what kind of answer he gave theoretically depended on a lot of things that he didn't quite know. How did she feel about this whole mess? Did she believe in what she knew, or what she was hearing now? By her tone, he could figure that one out easily enough.

Now the question became, were the guards listening in?

At that point Snow realized he'd been silent a little too long, and he shook his head a little, pulling himself out of his thoughts. "Uh, yeah," came his answer, and he reached up with one hand to scratch at the back of his neck. "My name's Sn-..." Whoops, watch yourself Snow. "Well, I mean, I think you're supposed to call me Shiloh." While her doubt was expressed in a subtle shifting of tones, his was slightly less subtle. But to be fair, it was less trying to break the rules and more just trying to adjust.