[ She pauses midway through shrugging on the jacket, fingers still curled about the edge as she looks up at him, mouth rounded in soundless concern. ]

I had no idea. [ And it sobers her somewhat to hear as much. Resuming her task, she's quiet for a moment or two, clearly trying to collect herself as she finishes pulling the article of clothing into place. (The jacket is too big for her. She shifts it around to try to find a comfortable position but is still swimming in it. All the better - she folds her arms around her midsection, holding it closed against her to hide at least part of her state of undress, though her feet remain conspicuously bare. There are a few minor irritations on her knees and other places; she's probably going to have bruises from her earlier rough landing.) ] But I should have known. This wouldn't be happening if it didn't have to do with CERES.

[ Or so she assumes, but it seems like a reasonable guess. More importantly, ] Were any of you hurt?