[When she finally stirs it's groggy at first, suppressing what should be panic at the thought that the dirt on her should be smothering. But for a body that suddenly lacks the need to breathe, it doesn't bother her save for a mouthful of dirt. She claws the dirt off of her, shielding her eyes as she sits up because the feeling - is like emerging from underwater. The sounds, the sights, everything floods in and it's so much more detailed. She's more aware, for a second it feels too aware, but she focuses on Spike, smiling after spitting out soil and wiping her mouth.]
This - This is... [Her voice cracks and she attempts to pull herself up to her feet. But everything distracts her at once and she stumbles, marveling at every little thing.]