[Damn, girl, you're pretty shook up. It's a pretty much obvious thing, after something like that, but Marty hates it — hates that it's brought them down to this, because he had the same problem. That same desperate, almost wild look after what had happened in the facility. It all hurts to replay in his head, and he rubs her arms up and down gently, as if trying to warm them.]

Dana, it's — I mean... No giant evil gods here. That I know of yet, anyway.

[He rubs her back when he finds her less than easy to peel away, and sighs.]

Me and you, we're kind of in another universe. Twilight Zone shit.

And we're not dead here.

[Implying they are definitely dead elsewhere.

But he's just fucking glad they get to live here at least. Maybe that's selfish, but it's just... after everything, even the horror in this place is tolerable. It really fucking is.]