Toriel toys with her fork quietly, thinking for a long moment before she speaks. "Tense..." She pokes at her own food trying to find her voice again. Her food is starting to get cold and she can only poke at it, hunger fading off in the moment.

"I would guess, this ship and..." Toreil is finding it a little hard to really say it, her tone comes out more strained than she intends. "Well, being alive again would be hard to adjust to."