Dawn smiled a bit at the sound of Murphy's voice so close, not opening her eyes as she slowly woke up, When she spoke, her voice was hoarse and it hurt to do so, her lips barely moving. "That's some wonderful imagery, there."
God, did her head hurt. Like a band, just marching along on her head. Which made sense, if the last thing she remembered was getting hit on the head by rubble. Slowly did she open her eyes, catching an upside down view of the "we" Murphy mentioned.