[ She continues to stare at him in abject, pale horror for a moment longer before lowering her gaze, and her chin. Numbly, in a mumble: ]

I th-th-th-thought he d-d-died. Th-That day. I-I-In the facility. With everyone else. E-E-Everyone but me.

H-H-H-He's with... them?

[ She presses a hand to her mouth. This is possibly the most emotional she's ever been, at least in front of a Lucetian - she seems on the verge of tears, a breath away from being physically ill. ]