Meredith whistles, low and sharp. "You can sense that sort of thing? ...I mean. You could -" she will assume she's not lying - "...sense how clean the water was. What ELSE can you see?"

She finishes her circuit of the store, hand over her frown, thinking. "Honestly, being asleep and dreaming... probably isn't as bad, but it could be bad enough. But it doesn't feel right. You have to wander off rather far in a dream to get THIS lost back home."