She grunts, her gaze dropping for a minute as she considers what to ask. Senses shouldn't be an issue. No pain since he hasn't been injured, no fatigue as a matter of course...

"I don't know. How's your memory?" she asks offhandedly. It's usually perfect, at least... for her most recent life. But she wonders. Wonders if he feels the same flashes of the past flickering in, fragments of mostly-forgotten memories jarred loose and slipping into his perceptions.

Reincarnation does funny things to the mind. But Hughes ought to be more stable, she hopes. His mind is young. Less clutter from past lives.