"Did the entire building come down?" She tries to stand without disturbing the rubble too much, then. She needs to get out of the mud.

"Think so. We're lucky it all missed us."

She nods, then realizes the woman can't see her and instead makes an agreeing noise.

And her bandages, never well secured, much abused, and now thoroughly soaked, slip just a little bit off her palm.

Green light flares around her, sickening, radiating from the holes in her hand.

It highlights tiny spiderweb cracks in the air.

" - Did you have a light after all?"

She doesn't respond, just stares at the holes in reality where her puncture wounds should be. (It's not even sparing her 'having puncture wounds' - her hand hurts, still, bone deep, and the skin around the holes is very, very badly inflammed.)

"Kid? What's up - "

"...Does the air look weird to you, too."

Green light flicks along the edge of one of the cracks.

"Yeah. It looks... Broken."

"So either it's real or we're both hallucinating. That's just excellent."

She laughs a bit, startled.

"I think some timetraveling me came through for us," she says, a bit hysterically.

"...It doesn't sound like you're entirely joking."

"I'm not."

"Close your eyes, okay? I dunno if this light is safe to look at."

"...Okay. Eyes closed."

"Will you be alright?"

"Hopefully... I've - already looked too close, before."

"...I'd like an explanation at some point."

"Yeah, fair."

"Once I'm over to you and've gotten this covered - or another light figured out..."

"Alright."

"Stumbling around with my eyes shut won't be fun."

"I'll try to figure something out..."

"Try quick. That rubble's been shifting - staying here's not safe."

Yeah Lily's noticed the numerous tripping hazards, and the groans, and the way the sticky mud oozes whenever there's a rumble or a groan or a creak.

So.

She'll move quick, as much as she can through mud that smells burnt, sickly sweet, that gloops around her hips. It's making her a bit nauseous. 

After another minute she figures out that covering just the back of her hand turns the light into something more like a focused beam, because clearly that makes sense, and - "Can you keep talking? Or - sing or something, I can't see very far."

"Uh..."

So she starts to sing. She has a really good voice, though metal songs probably weren't intended for these sorts of circumstances. 

"In the shadow awaits a desire

"But you know that you can't realize

"And the pressure will just keep on rising

"Now the heat is on..."

"...What song is that - ?"

" - Ack, don't interrupt like that, now I'll have to start over..."

"Sorry."

"It's fine."

"A metal band I like released a new album like, only three months ago, I've been listening to basically nothing else since, so..."

"Oh. Cool."

"Uh."

"I'll stop interrupting..."