Tell me about it. Pretty sure I’m still shaking dirt outta my ears.

[She’s mostly genuine in her flippancy about it, but it’s partly out of a need to play it off and not let her think too hard about the whole thing; the thought of people unceremoniously buried calls up a memory that makes her chest ache fiercely, even a year later.

So she leans against the side of the nearest building and closes her eyes for a moment, as casual an act as she can muster while she tries to keep her shit together. It’s that or lash out, and as cathartic as that might be… it’s feeling a little pointless at the moment.]

I don’t even know what the hell I’m supposed to do here. [Blue eyes open once more, and their attention returns squarely to him.] Like, they just yank people out of the void and expect us to know how to make a new world?

[They really fucked up grabbing her out of anyone else on earth, that’s for sure.]