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.

Well, that will have to do.

"Were you running away from anyone?"

Away.

"Away from people who are chasing you?"

Not chasing.

"Will someone come and find you when they discover you're not where they expect you to be?"

Not!

"Do you have a place to stay or where you're headed to?"

Not.

"Well, you're welcome to come stay with me. How does that sound?"

- She holds out her hand!

Hand holding works for her!

Well, first the clone should probably get wrapped up in a towel - she doesn't want to attract attention on the way to her hotel room.

Woaaaahhh texture.  She's cooperative with this!  Although she wants to do a weird amount of running her hands across the fabric first.

Oh wow, she's really good.

Sakir can lead her towards the hotel.

Uh.  Well, she can kind of - swim?  Along the sand?  Or maybe she can try and use this human's verticality to haul herself upright.

"Do you know how to walk, dear?"

Not.

Well in that case Sakir can scoop her up and carry her.

- Okay!  Sure, that can happen!

Sakir notices when people stare at them on the way to her room but she doesn't really mind.

Cyllene doesn't really care either, she thinks.  She's certainly doing her fair share of staring.

Cute. 

Elevator time!

Woah.  Woah.  This - cave? - has such straight lines.  And flat surfaces.  She's kind of seen these from the water but it's NOT the same.  How do they do that???  (Oh and this little cave section has a teleportation spell, sure.)

She's reacting to entirely different things than Sakir expected her to and this is great.

If her carrier gets near enough to a wall, Cyllene is going to run her hands along that too.  Flaaaaaaaat.  Textuuuuuuure.

"You really like how things feel, don't you dear," says Sakir, holding her new friend up to the wall they've stopped next to in the hallway.

Sakir isn't in a rush.

No one has really been this close to her face like this before, not for this long.  She's excited to learn what kind of human thing this is; she just hopes she doesn't mess it up in the meantime.  She will stare..... back???  Until the human does something else.

Well, eventually what it is is carrying her all the way info an apartment where she can be placed onto a couch.

- Soft!  Soooooooft.  She wriggles and writhes on her back on it - actually, what if she got this less-good fabric out of the way - there we go, now all of her can be directly in contact with The Most Soft.  She does another fifteen seconds or so of touch-flailing, kicking her legs (legs!) and squirming a little violently, before settling down into petting it and running her arms along the side and seat.

Oh, she's really good. Sakir strokes her face lightly.

That can happen.  She goes still about it.

(She's gotten sand kind of all over the couch, now.)

"You done petting the couch?"

Does this mean... she's supposed to pet... this human's face.....