Thisa had little idea that Harold was standing over her they kept meeting as if by accident, perhaps fate had something to say. Whatever the case is she may as well been dead to the world, summoning a giant mechanical knight was quite taxing on the girl's body. She rolled over onto her other side now facing Harold himself. Thisa was having a vivid dream, in this dream she had no idea where she was or what she was doing, as the case with many dreams. There was a huge room completely crowded by various people, strangely she couldn't see their faces guess to the unconscious whoever those people were didn't matter. Thisa was sitting on a bench, doing nothing or was she? She couldn't remember, after a while some boy approached her. They were arguing, what they were arguing about Thisa couldn't pick out. 

Meanwhile in the waking world she was mumbling to herself, basically sleep talking loud enough for Harold to clearly hear, [i]"...better not be...that Zie guy...wrong ideas...robotics...technology...labor...amazing things...you...unresolved issues...staring..."[/i] 

Thisa trailed off with that last statement, then started snuggling into her jacket. She was still very well asleep.