"We're so far away from everything," she comments absently, her voice still quiet, tone far more subdued than usual. Despite the reminder that they had no idea what was happening, that their present situation could have all sorts of explanations, she was feeling weighed down by the one possibility that she's always dreaded. So many imPorts dreamt of returning home to their previous lives but she'd never been one of them. Her life had been hell, absolute utter hell, and the world she'd left had been nothing short of a nightmare.

She leans back against the seat, resting her head against the support and turning to look out at the seemingly endless miles of corn surrounding them. "I'd rather try De Chima of the two, if you don't mind."

She'd rather try to go home.