D was beginning to wander if he had fallen asleep and wandered into someone's strange dream, but this place seemed very real. The situation was very surreal beyond the usual kind of strangeness he had to live with.

He glanced down at his Left Hand while Snow was busy scolding the nightmare, and a face on the palm of his hand stared back up at D with a disbelieving expression before it vanished back into his palm.

"I don't speak Horse. Or Nightmare." If he could, apparently this situation would have been resolved some time ago. Some people really did smell awful to D's sensitive nose as well. That had more to do with disease or having unusual sleeper blood than anything else, but there were more than enough other unpleasant odors to go around.