She's tense and starts to be brief about it - a quick hug and then to step back, but she stops herself and settles in for a moment instead.

"Honestly?" Obviously. "Hated it. I barely got any fucking sleep, I don't like being that close to anyone that long but I was trying to avoid that guy in particular, so naturally, we get to spend three days practically - and occasionally literally - holding hands."

She's had worse floods, for sure, but this one rubbed the wrong way against quite a bit of the way her traumas manifest.

"How'd you and Gale go?"