That's the one part she doesn't care for, the way she needs to lean against somebody she doesn't know--his arm around her is heavy enough that if she weren't so dizzy, she'd be shrugging it off. But if she weren't so dizzy, he wouldn't be this close in the first place.

"What they were like," she mutters. Anything louder still hurts to voice. "Haven't seen much of 'em here."