"Partially here. Not all there."

One hand lifts, flutters, drops again. She was going to explain but it's lost, grains of sand in her fingers. But the captain's here, so there's at least one solid point of focus. Perhaps. If he's really here, and not an echo.

"They've been leaving lines, places they were here. They fade and trail away, and I was following them..." she explains, tipping her head back to look in Mal's direction. "I...got lost in the woods. Bird stole the breadcrumbs."