[She tucks one ankle behind the other, primly sipping her tea. A sophisticated woman in a silk blouse and camisole and a pencil skirt. On her, it looks like tactical gear. She makes it seem bulletproof. She's no less a natural leader than the superior officers he'd had before. She did call herself a general.]

Yes. [This would be an inconvenient time for him to remember that Tahiti masqueraded in Coulson's mind as a vacation.]

Just like going to sleep and waking up. You would not be aware of the passage of time. You wouldn't dream. You'll rest completely.