Neal is not as accustomed as some but he thinks that is perfectly understandable. Besides that, he's good at looking like he is accustomed which gets you pretty far, even in dreams.

He noes the way Arthur is looking at him and arches his brows. "I'm not armed," he informs with a shrug. He doesn't carry a weapon in the waking world, he highly doubts he's going to start doing so in his dreams.

Well, at least most of the time.

"Not a mirage," he assures with a laugh. "Though I would make a pretty good one. A dream though, in case no one's told you."

Shaking his head, he sighs. "I have no idea. I just know I ended up here and had a choice. Start walking one way or the other. I chose the way that would keep the sun out of my face." He peers at Arthur, studying him for a moment. "What about you?"