"I'm-- it's--" Lucia Corina shakes her head, blinking hard. "I don't know where we are. You're-- Casper. We're-- it's wet." Her grip on where and when she is slowly stutters back into place and her hand tightens on his for a moment. "The storm. Somewhere must still be intact enough to be shelter? Even on this strange ruined-- ship." The ship. They're on the ship. She remembers. "The Iudex said he could dry things."