[Saori is very, very tired of having to convince people that she is what she says she is. Crossing her arms across her chest she raises her chin irritably and just...transforms right in front of him. Her divine form, the ten foot tall god-thing, glares down at him.]

It is not a dream, Barnaby. And I am a little tired of mortals questioning what I am. You have no idea how aggravating it is, do you?

[She points one long, clawed finger down at the blond man]

How would you like it if I said that I wasn't sure you were a NEXT, or even named Barnaby? How would you like it if everyone you met did that?

[She...is not happy, consider the rant to have begun.]