It takes her a second to even realize that something's been dropped, and she's just about ready to start moving again when it goes off. And for as much darkness as she'd been shrouded in, all the fists and claws and hate, she's immediately overcome with light and sound and pain. Different pain. A pain that's inside her own head, rather than the one swarming and buzzing in her chest and her gut. It's...

Almost a relief. Because when everything starts to return to normal and she realizes she, at some point, toppled backwards, when her head is clear and the ringing is down to a steady drone that she can deal with while it fades—it's not like she has to listen for Neo's voice or anything—she blinks a few times and looks up at Neo and actually... processes it for the first time.

"Neo? What the..." Her hand, now empty, goes to her head. "What was I doing?"