Slipped from her fingers.

The disorientation washed away into a lucid realization as to where she was, and that her very brief respite had come to an unwelcoming end. By now she would have reached for a gun, or a rifle, but remembered she had neither of those for the time being, which was probably a good thing.

Note to self: Sleeping in hallways while standing up -- bad idea.

"What the hell are you doing?" Like Rey was one to criticize.