I know the feeling. My loved ones are still back there, in the world. We dealt with... [Not zombies. Not something dead that was alive. Just... Aliens.] bad things too. And now everyone that dealt with them are in here, and the world has to fend for itself.
How are you sleeping?
[The question pops out oddly. It's not a natural question, perhaps not even an appropriate question. But it comes to her still, demanding its own existence.]