"What lights?" Her eyes blurred as the sudden light hit them. Her eyes were unused to light and immediately glazed over with pain-induced tears that mixed with the mucus on her face and made it more wet. "Ugh."

She managed to stand and, finding herself steady against the beating wall, took a minute to breathe and access the situation. Naked in an armpit that's talking to me. Jaime'd get a kick out of

Jaime.

The last thing she was doing was getting ready to teleport and see him and she'd baked cookies in the Mansion and she'd talked to the Detective before going and she'd dressed in a jeans and t-shirt and she'd gotten out the staff and she'd been going and--black--and more black--

"What are you? Where am I? And where the hell is Jaime Reyes?" She kept following the light, for sheer force of enthusiastic rage.