"Oh god," says Daniel perplexedly, staring at the dog who he appears to be standing in. The dog skitters out from the first projection he's managed to hold for the first time in, in - well, a while, probably. Time's not really a concept that's linear for him anymore, so it's hard to say.

It's practically an immediate reflex that allows him to pick up on the veritable multitude of other living beings in the room, one of whom seems human if not strictly typical. Recognizing people based off their energy signatures is proving to be difficult in addition to incredibly disorienting, and it's only when he sorts all the individual components and separates them into their definitive parts that he can put a name to the person who's just identified him.

"Daine," he says finally, expression clearing into relief, then mild alarm, before finally settling upon apologetic confusion. "Ah. Well." He looks at his projection, then back at her. "Sorry."