[ It wouldn't surprise her that his bottle breaks. Julie has always had control over the Horizon in a way that seems to exceed that of everyone else -- it would make sense that even here, wherever she is, that still holds true. But it's not much of a comfort either way; she's still stuck here.

She also is feeling worse the longer she talks to Rhy. It's not his fault, really, but she feels helpless. There's nothing she can do for him, and maybe he's stuck in a worse place in terms of setting, but he doesn't understand that what she is stuck with is something that she can't explain, that's very much alive and unstable. ]

I don't know how much longer the ground is gonna stay. [ She doesn't know what else to say. ] The blob keeps makin' it split open like earthquakes. There's huge cracks, and nothin' but... blackness when I look down there.

[ In other words, it's probably only a matter of time before it cracks so much that she will have nowhere left except to fall. ]

Is there anythin' you can use to make a fire the real way? Like driftwood and rocks?