"No," Saira says, peering all the more intently at Wilde. Something about dreams, then. She'd heard something about that, in the chatter, but it was hard to tell-

"No. I didn't dream at all. I don't remember a thing from when I laid down in my cabin until I woke up in the Atrium." She pauses, thoughtful. "I take it that you do. But you'll tell me about that. Presumably when I am next in the market for pastries."