"Shock is... it's more than fair," Ruby replies, leaning forward and resting against the table. "I mean, it shouldn't be possible. Or real. Ideally this is just a really, really intense tequila delusion." Her smile a shade self deprecating, and she reached out to lightly touch Cosima's wrist.

"We'll get you home. I don't know how, but we will. And there's good people here. It... isn't going to give you a roadmap for what to do next, but knowing you're around decent people is a good start?"

A little apologetic, because this all sounds cliche as well. "You'll be okay, Cosima."