Ah good, the jokes. The jokes let her know that he had been worried - not that she thought he would be otherwise, but it helped bring a little normal back into it. "Way too early to be thinking about lunch," she told him, rubbing the side of her face with a dirt-spotted hand.
"Yeah, I was," she didn't know how to answer the first question. Bill paused for a moment, refocusing, trying to think, "Um... I dunno. Things were normal and then... It was like the world started rushing around me. Next thing I know, I've got a massive headache and John's there and there's screaming because there wasn't time to scream when it happened." She made a pained sound, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her head on them.