[Gwen bursts into a broken up laughter, coming out of her halfformed. Speaking she tried to keep his head above the water, trying to save him as he saved her. And if he spoke he wouldn't drown. Death doesn't work like it should here, and she has seen one man too much like him suffer that before. The thought of seeing Karev come back like that is enough to make her more naseus than she is.
The breaking of the feed is a blessing. Shame wells up in her but truth is, if she can't hear him, she won't have to stand idly by and listen to his last breath.
Looking around, her eyes narrow into slits. The rain restricts her vision quite a bit, but she tries. And then his voice comes to her first. Then the light, turning toward it she goes to the edge of her building, waving back.]