[Jemma looks up at the girl, the mention of the shadow, and her breath catches.]
The one with the red light behind it?
[She remembers it now, so caught up in the horrors of where she'd been that the horrors of where she is now had barely registered. It shouldn't be a welcome distraction, but it is. She gets to her feet slowly.]
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The one with the red light behind it?
[She remembers it now, so caught up in the horrors of where she'd been that the horrors of where she is now had barely registered. It shouldn't be a welcome distraction, but it is. She gets to her feet slowly.]
But it couldn't have been real.