She takes her bag and fishes out the stolen canteen, which she opens and immediately begins to chug from. The Singularity might have kept her body in stasis so she didn't die, but it apparently can't prevent a mouth from drying out. After several voracious gulps, she swipes at her mouth before offering the canteen to him, out of habit.

Her eyes narrow slightly; there's a degree of fuzziness she's still getting past, particularly regarding the events immediately preceding her unconsciousness. But she quickly recovers, remembers exactly what she needs to do. "Another portal stone," she says, reaching into the depths of her pocket. "I brought a second piece of miranolite... to... "

Her words slow. She reaches into the other pocket, then back to the first. A look of horror begins to spread over her face as she withdraws her hand, trepidation palpable in the air. When she opens her fist, there are just dozens of tiny, glistening shards in her palm. The instability of the first portal took its toll even on the stone she hadn't touched yet.

"No," she whispers, staring down at her hand, at the glittering fragments. Her heightened emotions immediately cloud her mind, panic that she can't quite keep a handle on at the moment. Her heart starts racing again. "No, I didn't -- this one wasn't even -- none of the others ever -- "

There's a sense of desperation when she whips her head from one side to the other, as if she might suddenly see something new. Just because she was prepared to walk back doesn't mean she wants to, and everything is still so raw for her right now, she can't make herself calm down or think rationally.