She only skids to a halt once she's alongside him again, watching as the scene plays out in front of them— the two men and a wounded child. When the pair of blue disappear, it was only then that she noted the heaviness of her own breath, the way her shoulders rose and fell.

Kid hesitates at first, as Serge winces— but her gloved hand eventually pats down on his shoulder, an attempt at reassurance that they were all here for him. That he was no longer that suffering child that he had been the first time he'd apparently come here. Her eyes say the words that she'd voiced so many times on their adventures together, in Home World, Another, and Vaikuntha alike— You all right, mate?

And Lavos. Gods, why did that name resound somewhere deep down inside of her?

"Oi," she called out, staring straight ahead, hand still resting on Serge. "Yeah, you—" she called out to the man, Leena's father, was it? "You can hear us, can't ya?" After all, he was least apparition looking person they'd come across so far despite... still being an apparition somehow. "You heard 'im, right? We gotta get down there so get that thing back up here!"