She laughed at the cliched saying, running a hand through her hair as she sat down in her own seat. “I’m…” she couldn’t help the hesitation. “I’ll be fine. I’m...I think the word is adjusting? Yeah, let’s go with that.” It was a lot to take in, knowing she should be dead and then not being dead. She hadn’t exactly bounced back from it the first time, needing some time to adjust to the whole undead thing, and while at least now she could adjust in the sunlight unlike the first time, it was still hard.
“Still can’t believe I’m here, but very very very happy to be so. Are you okay? Vicki?” Because she couldn’t remember what anyone might have told her about the two of them. Everything she had been told over the last few days was still a jumbled mess in her head at times, but she was pushing through it, forcing herself to get control.