South burts into the hallway from her room and glances back and forth, her eyes settling on Washington the moment she looksd in his direction, because he was literally the only other person here.

And, well, The last thing she remembered was staring down the barrel of his gun.

Wherever it was they'd ended up, she was at least thankful they'd somehow brought her back from the dead (because, really, she's still surprised she's alive), and repaired the damage Caboose had done 'helping' her. She still sports a limp as she lurches down the hall towards Wash in a mad sprint.

"You." She'd been left without firearms but that didn't stop her from pulling her fist back.

[[ooc; seriously though I can change this if it's not okay. ]]