Her mind is still groping for consciousness, and it's only the background hum of Delta's presence that allows her mind to surface, slowly. She's expecting pain in her chest, but it's not there — she hurts in other, unexpected places, but above all, she feels stiff as all hell. She's still trying to open her eyes, her eyelids so heavy it's like someone's wrapped her in a blindfold. She hears a familiar voice and lets out another, slightly more purposeful noise, the fingers on one hand twitching, and she tries to lick her lips, but her mouth's so dry her tongue is stuck to the roof, and she can barely croak out noise.

"Wuh..."

It's not clear if she's trying to say Wash, water, or just plain what. Maybe all three. She's talented like that.