Maybe it's the wind she can feel, light though it is, that makes her shiver. Maybe it's the cold and the lack of her normal armor on that has her on edge. Whatever it is, her body gives a shiver and she wraps her arms around herself. She will not weep for being the last one; it's a fate she expected when she woke up here. To be alone in her death. She'd accepted that when she told the Inquisitor to leave her behind. Why should it be different now?

Still, she glances sideways and it may as well be like looking straight through nothing. She doesn't see anything out of the ordinary or anyone she would like to.

"Stupid Observers," she mutters, fighting the hotness welling up behind her eyes. "Maker curse you all." Pause. "Whoever you are."