So limb ripping's okay but carrying's the hard limit? [She pushes herself up a little straighter, digging her fingers into his arm.

She manages a grin, despite literally everything.] You weirdo.

[Whether it's her slipping consciousness, or whatever else she's not in the state of mind to address, she finds herself...

She can't even make herself admit it. The young, naive girl that had been Hanna Talbot hadn't been buried far enough, hadn't been killed well enough to call herself dead.

And so the grin starts to falter, her eyes start to flicker.] Well I have to go pass out somewhere else besides here. So if you'll excuse me...

[And clearly she's not going very far as she quite nearly loses her balance. Nice.]