Coraline's eyes widen in a moment of alarm. No magic took out nearly all of her functional abilities, and her Mask.

It's with a hasty, self-conscious air that she turns her gaze to the floor in a quick search, and pulls up a portion of cracked flagstone that she can hold in one hand, and tightens her grip on Jon with the other.

"Jon's still waiting to meet someone," she warns, tugging him along again, eyes flicking down to his limp with detached concern. "He doesn't wanna go through until then, but I'm giving him twenty minutes."