It really wasn't as long as it should be, the dead-sleep Misha fell into, before she rocked up to her hands with a gasp and wide eyes. Her gaze did a rapid scattering survey of the room while her chest heaved with panting breaths, catching sight of Doom and wildly starting to relax as her situation came back to her. It wasn't good, but it wasn't the nightmares of permanent alienation, no hope for going back home (to either of them), and the hopelessness of nothing waiting for her anywhere she went.

This was solid, and real, and they had a chance of getting out of here. Maybe even before shit hit the fan in this universe, but that one didn't really seem all that likely depending on how long she had been out for. As her mind caught up to the circumstances, she took in the reality in front of her as well.

"That's, uh... very Brokeback Mountain of you, isn't it?" she asked, brows raising past her hairline.