Ferry

There was panic, pain, chaos, Azkadellia screaming, hands reaching for her...and now DG bolts upright with an incoherent cry. Her shirt and vest are wet and sticky with blood but the skin at her neck and collar bone seems to be intact. She coughs, then takes a deep, clear breath.

She picks up the tablet and reads the welcome info. Then she reads it again. Then she closes her eyes and tries to let the light flow through her like Toto instructed, and her hands glow as usual but...not. She can see them better but no light is cast. The best light is from her lantern which looks familiar in all sorts of terrifying ways.

"Oh, crap," she hisses, then grabs the lantern and rushes from the cabin, up to the deck and into the open air. "Oh God, this... no, I can't. I need to--"

She turns to another passenger, reaches out to them in the dark. "I can't be here, they need me!"

Docks

DG is...not calm, but not shouty either. Agitated works, as she holds her lantern with one hand and the other keeps going to her neck to touch above the collar bone before settling on the pair of lockets she wears on a silver chain. She wants a shower, clean clothes, and a soft place to sleep so she can wake up. She's not sure she can have any of that.

"Hey," she says, covered in her own blood and steady on her feet. "Where do I...what do I do now?"