Sharon hits the pavement hard but no harder than a tumble. Her palms sting where she caught herself and pebbles of Coldblood form in the tiny cuts and scrapes almost instantaneously. She lets him help her to her feet, groaning under her breath as she straightens up.

It takes her a moment to process where they've wound up. She looks up at the Gate when he poses his question, blinking. Her lips press into a thin line. She still holds a grudge from when she was dragged here to fight D. "There's a clinic in there for quick checkups post-fights but nothing like what we saw."

"It's possible we were in a weird area of The Lumenerian but," she shakes her head, clearly uncertain, "I don't know. I think... I think those may have been the-the zealots people encountered last year."

"They torture people. Harvest them, I guess. I-I don't know why they didn't keep us, why they threw us out like that." This bothers her visibly and she grinds her thumb into her opposite palm.