Truthfully, she's still holding out hope that she'll wake up and this will all be some wacky nightmare. She'll wake up in her bed in the Institute, surrounded by blankets and soft pillows. She'll go downstairs and see if there's breakfast, or maybe try her hand at a batch of pancakes. Something to give her energy through morning training. Or, really, midday training. Shadowhunters tend to be a tad bit nocturnal, seeing as they're out all night slaying demons.

She can hope. She has to hope. It's not like she's much of a prayer.

"I guess that's a plus," she murmurs, pulling a piece of a leaf from her hair and flicking it onto the ground. They push through some underbrush, emerging in a slightly more open area containing a hot spring.

For some reason, she finds herself surprised. Like she didn't actually expect it to be there, despite willingly following Moana into the area. There's rocks surrounding the pool of water, and all the foliage around it appears greener and brighter. That seems promising, and without further ado, she begins stripping down to her undergarments. She's definitely not lacking in confidence, and standing in a bra and underwear in front of a girl she's just met doesn't bother her at all.