We survived an alien ship take over, came out a little glassed, and our rooms are intact— yeaaaahhhh, I think I'd take Shambhala all over again over this.

[ As grateful as she is that they still have a 'home' they can come back to, their rooms, the Moira, Elena's really wishing they could be back on Earth. Familiar soil. America. At least they still have each other, and she's managed to get a hold of Chloe; knowing that her people, a total of two, are safe and sound, that's luck.

The death toll of both crewmates and Caducan— unbelievable. ]

I'm actually surprised it didn't shatter. Must be a durable glass toe. A lucky toe.

[ She lifts her left arm, slowly tries to make a fist with stiff, glass joints. Nope. It only goes so far before the pain is fresh and lancing up into her shoulder. She sighs and lets the arm drop. ]

Want to sit down? I promise you won't smash your toes on the chairs here. You have two perfectly good eyes to see with.