Though the air wasn't quite as oppressive as it'd been inside, Gretel still felt like she was breathing through a half collapsed tube- the way it'd been when that desert bitch managed to get her in the throat. Half of it, she knew, was a sort of panic she had no idea how to deal with. It's like they'd been dropped into a dream that would at any moment, go nightmare. Maybe this was Hell. Maybe that spear of ice had hit her.
What an undignified way to go, after the life she'd lived.
"We need..." she swallowed, looking away from the street to the structure that had his attention. Slightly less unfamiliar as the rest, but still in no way comforting. "We need to get out of here... find somewhere to think about this... Figure out what to do next."