Krycek frowns at the description of her dreams, but files the reference for later. He finds himself nodding again, agreeing with her assessment of the possible caffeine problem. Sighing softly, he shakes his head. "I'll just have to lower my intake. Hope I can avoid the headaches at this point though; that's all I need is to be wanting coffee with Jake drinking it right in front of me all the time." The possibility of asking Jake to maybe not drink so much as well doesn't even really occur to him - or if it does, the idea is just laughable enough for him to dismiss it right off.

He grins at her slip, glancing at Jake once more. "It is. You know, he hasn't told me much about his world... Just that mutants are hated much like any other small group of people supposedly impinging on the boundaries of others." He gives her a wry look. "Humans are exactly the same no matter what universe you're in, I suppose."