[ Leave it to Waverly to literally give her a play-by-play of everything that’s happened to bring her to this place, sitting right here, in this exact moment; Wynonna’s only half-listening, not because she doesn’t care about her sister’s story but because her head is still racing with the knowledge that Waves is here now, and there’s so much she has to tell her in turn.

But she can’t let Frank exit stage left without acknowledging the role he played in it too; her eyes meet his over the top of her sister’s head and she just mouths a thank you that doesn’t seem to fully encompass the gratitude she’s feeling in this moment — for being here, for helping Waverly, for clearly talking to her long enough to keep her from leaving — before turning her cheek to Waves’ hair with a small sigh. ]

Not sure how much of a rundown you already got from Mister Diner Man over there, but — it’s just me here, as far as I know. Well, just us, now.

[ And then she finally retreats, though she’s definitely not going to give up her seat on this side of the booth with Waverly, one arm slung across the back as she searches those familiar features. ]

Are you okay? I mean, as okay as you can be after being kidnapped by Dream Bambi, or whatever.