"I do, yes. It was with me when I..." She hesitated there, uncertain of quite how to describe her arrival. "... When I woke up, I suppose."

Setbacks. People lost. Floods. She shivers a little at that last. The memory of choking on water, helpless, as she sank into the ocean...

No. Not right now. She pushes the memory down and locks it away. "I'm sorry. About those who were lost." Your friends, she wants to say, but it seems presumptive.