"Gone," she finishes for him with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Just as everyone's who came here. None of us are dressed to impress."

It's some attempt at reassurance; the little man looked so pitiable, it moved her enough to something approximating sympathy.

"That will change of course," she mutters, more to herself than to Jin, once more scouring the shore. There was some faint hope that if she had survived, then perhaps...

...Perhaps.

Not finding any sign of her daughters, her hawk-like gaze returns to the young man fussing with his robe.

"Do you have any recollection before coming here?"