For a moment, his existence didn't quite seem real. First the food from home and now, for the first time, a familiar face from home? But Gilmore's hands on her shoulders felt solid, and if her brain was going to invent someone from home, well, she was fairly certain it would have been someone else.

"Shaun! Oh, hi, it's so, hi." And then she started to ramble. "It's okay. I've been staying at the House of Worship. Which is not what it sounds like at all, it's more like a brothel, maybe? Which is fine. I've been to a brothel or two. It just wasn't what I expected. But I thought I was alone, and Percy was dead, Shaun, that's the last thing I remember, him being dead and I didn't know what happened. But you're here! So I'm not alone. I didn't die in his place."

that sounded illogical the second it fell out of her mouth, but she couldn't stop it. Why couldn't she stop talking????