"No," Erin chides. "If you wanna toss him in the box that's your cheese but I'm essentially done here aside from some detail work." She turns her head in Crichton's general direction, and her voice softens: "...You can see why I don't do this a lot, though. I'm...genuinely worryingly strong in here. There's some things I can't do in dreams unless I'm on my A game or I'll fuckin' hurt the dreamer."