[ Elena's sifting through the stuff now, trying to find her pile or something resembling it. And hey, a friendly face. Elena smiles at the comfort it offers. ] Holding. [ It's not every day you wake up in a - oh wait.
She straightens a little, lifts a hand to touch the communicator, softens her wry tone. ] How are you? Did you find your things? [ And his brother? Glancing around now. ]