She lifts her fingers to touch the spot where his scars were, very quickly descending into some kind of shellshock at the strangeness of all of this. How unreasonable it all is.

"I don't know," she whispers. "I was in the schoolhouse, after the fire, and then... Nothing. And then here. I was with Jeff but he didn't show up with me. Not in the same place anyway, I don't know if he's actually here somewhere, fuck what if he is and he has no clue what's going on and he's just fucking out there without--fuck."

She half-turns toward the conference room door, but she can't do it. She can't pull away from Raylan's grip on her shoulders, not right now. She looks back at him, eyes filling again.

"My ankle hurts," she says, voice tiny.