She could've been anywhere in the world, but it really didn't matter, anymore; because despite everything Dana and Terry had been through, there was nowhere else that felt like home than in Terry's arms.
She had heard him speak, but she didn't want to say anything, didn't want to risk losing him in case it was a mirage, and that it wasn't actually Terry who was holding her, but some gross, old man. Dana hoped that she wasn't so desperate as to go that far, but under these circumstances, she wasn't entirely sure, anymore.
"I can't believe I'm here, either. But I'm glad you are." Dana smiled a real, genuine smile and took a moment to take in her surroundings with a slightly clearer mind. Now, that she wasn't as panicked or as confused as she had been before, Dana could see the city without the haze of fury, and it was really... something. Tall, clean, crisp looking buildings towered over them with eminence. Dana imagined this was what Old Gotham would have looked like, before all the crime and age had weathered it down.
"You wouldn't have any guesses to where here is, would you?"