She watches them intently, following a pace behind them. Once out of the water, out of the suffocating room, she feels better. Not much better but it's less immediate, the feeling of wanting to claw at the walls.

Her eyes are trained on Psiionic and she almost hits her head on a fallen beam. She ducks quickly and thinks about the response.

"I haven't made many friends. I don't actually know." Which feels terrible. A time ago, she would have known the best places to eat, hospitals, places to buy supplies. It feels off to have lived in a place and know so little about it.