Between listening to Richie and Kate--the tone to their words more than the words themselves, Seth was close to turning around even before Kate's touch. He pivoted in place to look directly at his younger brother. His brow knit together just before doing what was necessary.

He brought one of the guns in hand toward the material in Richie's grip, moving the cover just enough to let sunlight hit his brother's torso directly. "Not a damn thing. Can you even fang out?" Seth curiously asked while staying forever mindful of Kate. It wasn't even a conscious decision, sidestepping and getting between her and the younger Gecko.

"We're in a dream. It's the only thing that makes sense." Seth turned to Kate, hyper-aware of her proximity. Maybe he missed the mark in the height department but he had enough to tower over her just enough where his sense of smell could catch her scent. Kate didn't always seem to use the same shampoo but there was a scent specifically hers.

His eyes watched her intently, fighting the urge to get lost in the gaze of her lighter set. She wasn't dead. Seth didn't want this to be a dream but what else could he think of with her there and his brother not burning up in the sun? Sure, an ideal dream would've had Richie apologizing and the three pulling off a heist but this one had just started. And they each had guns.