That was the nice thing about the near-immediate communication she and Peter shared; there was no misunderstanding, and the meaning translated clearly and swiftly. She followed his memories quickly, wincing a little every time she passed by his memory of her.
When it was over, she nodded, then shook her head and smiled, the nodded again. "All right, tell me truthfully," she said with a wry twist to her thoughts. "Do I really look like that from behind?"
Of course, she didn't mean physically. The sort-of-joke helped her to get her feet under her again. It was a lot to take in, but she accepted it relatively quickly and began making assessments.