She isn't keeping score. They're on the same side now; maybe one day they won't be. But she's reasonably sure Murphy isn't in any hurry to join up with the weird goat-god-worshipping magicians who'd brought them here.

"Same, I think. I was pretty sure it wasn't real for a little while."

Or that this was the afterlife she'd somehow earned. Or maybe it was just another simulation. She didn't trust it, whatever it was.

"Do you know if the others made it off Earth?"

She hasn't yet clocked the fact that he's from further ahead; any minor differences in his appearance are easily enough explained by no longer living in a post-apocalyptic hellscape. Baths are a wonderful thing.