He struggles to find more words. It's like reaching from a great distance, whole train lengths, track lengths, wading through a quiet joy that ripples over him in Dejah's voice.

"Yeah." He feels too lightheaded to move, like he'll float away if he stands up, but he has a vague sense that he shouldn't stay on the floor. (He's still on the floor, right?) "Yeah, no, um. Somewhere else. Not here."

He trusts she'll get him somewhere better.