Those whistles were instantly familiar. His roommate, that had left Mick utterly confused, and hadn't been anything Josef had encountered before. Spinning about, staring at her, stunned.

Not from how she looks, but the sound of her voice, well a voice but it had to be hers, in his head.

"Okay, that's new," he said, shifting as he slid his hands into the pockets of his trousers. head canting as he stared at Kitten. "How?" He couldn't help but to wonder, though it didn't help to make him feel secure that this was reality and not him dreaming of a place he hadn't found a way to reach again.