There's no memory of before, as there usually is with a dream. Betty takes a moment to adjust, she's usually outside monitoring the sleepers. It's not often she's under with them.

She looks down at her uniform without comment, it was necessary for the facade they were creating. She couldn't help thinking though how her dad would view this...and she quickly switched lines of thought. Memories like that would only mar the dreamscape and she couldn't afford to mess things up now. Betty picks up a small knapsack of items, checks her sidearm, and follows the point man as he and Blonsky check through the surroundings.

It's quite impressive what the man has come up with. It's definitely calmer than she imagined.