She reforms in... more ocean!  She is at least not in a cave.  The surface is right up there.

That's a distance that would be trivial for her old body but - well, she'll find out, now, whether this one can make it.  Sssssswim?  Swim swim?  Swim swim swimswimswimswim AIR.  Breathing!  Okay!  Wow that's really something.

The waves are pretty choppy.  (Also it's really cold.)  She inhales some water.

Cough cough cough cough!  In the process inhaling more water!  Wow this is really bad.  Flailing!!!

A splash, and then a minute later there's someone else swimming much more proficiently beside her, grabbing her wrist and guiding her towards land.

As much as she might want the results of cooperating with this, she has a whooole lot of brand-new panic responses involving being in the water like this, so for now the flailing is going to continue unabated.

The other person puts a hand on her forearm but isn't moving to do more, just waiting for her to calm down a bit.

She is drowning!!  Calming down is not going to happen!!

Well, in that case the hands can be a lot more insistent and Cyllene will find herself being dragged towards the shore with her head above the water.

...Okay.  Okay, she can calm down a little after a few solid breaths.

Well in that case they'll b-shit Sakir recognizes her. Fuck.

Well, doesn't change the current plan, even if this is a clone of the world's most dangerous spy.

Maybe?  She can be helpful now?  Kick kick propel propel.

Oh good, that way they can actually get to the shore pretty fast.

Sand!  Wow, sand.  She's rested on it before but not like this!  It's texturally so different...  She's going to cough up some additional water onto it.

Sakir can pat her on the back and provide support.

"You okay dear?"

"Hm?"

Blink.

"Do you speak English, dear?" If not there are other languages to try.

English, she mouths, and puts a hand around her throat.

"Oh, can you understand but not speak?"

Not speak, she confirms.