Her fingers still laced with his, she turns her head slightly to look at him. A flickering of ghost-like dots still flicker through her vision. The booming had been both terrifying and thrilling and she can't wait to get home to paint it. She has to preserve it for when the others get here.

If they get here her pessimism corrects, dampening the day.

Brushing it off, she nods. "It was. I wish the others could've seen it," she bites her lip. "I might paint it later. Just to have."