There's nothing physically any different, of course. If anything, he looks better than usual -- healthier under all that sunlight, more relaxed with his arms bare and the sand clinging to his feet, although of course he's slightly less relaxed at this exact moment. He's not stupid enough to blame the visions for Roslin's cancer or Kara's... anything, he's not stupid enough to seriously worry right now... it's just that he also can't help but think that the visions probably helped contribute to the whole total insanity thing in both of them. And that's without the distressing religious implications. "Problems," he says darkly, but then at the note of worry in Dean's voice, he shakes his head.

"No. I mean... I did." He gestures to the beach. "I saw a place like this. We were out looking for Elena, and someone mentioned this... Venice Beach, and I wanted to come see it for myself." He shifts back a bit, noting the sudden tautness in Dean's posture, the harder look on hi face, and he makes himself settle down. "I'm probably overreacting," he adds. "I just... wanted to see if there was anything special about this place. Anything I needed to see."