Silas was standing among the other cadets who all gathered at these dry grounds. Silas didn't notice what was going on, he knew that there was a man walking around trying to encourage the cadets or something, he didn't really see the purpose of this gathering. He was just standing there with his fist slammed against his heart, as if he was a statue. But like always when there wasn't much going on, Silas would drift away from this world. His eyes were blank, he was in his own world now. To others it may seem like he was just a lifeless puppet.

If the commander would pass him, and notice that his mind is not within these walls then he surely would get mad. However it would take some effort for him to wake Silas back up again. Once in his dreamworld, it may take some time before he returns. Unless he was shaken, hurt or whatever, something he actually expects the old man to do. However he wasn't near him so his nice dream could simply continue.