Damnit, Kyle, he's a captain, not a neuroscientist! But he studies the scan, and then he nods. "Good enough for me. I only need about four hours." And there's a part of him that's still got its heels dug in because he doesn't want this, he doesn't want other people messing with his head, but he shuts that thought out and grins. "Now when you say dreamless... I don't suppose I could request, say, a beach volleyball match instead? Cute chicks, tiny bikinis...?"