Clarke sits back and shakes her head as well. Her hair's also still a little damp, and she's just barely gotten her bearings enough to feel like this is somehow reality, if one to be wary of.

"I just got here a little while ago."

She's been silently trying to parse the other thing for a few seconds before giving up with a frown.

"Bardo? Is that something from the bunker, or -- I'm sorry, I think maybe Praimfaya scrambled my brain more than I realized."

Or, you know. Whatever force had pulled them both here and tossed them in a lake.