Misa doesn't respond immediately, shaking her head back and forth as if denying the out of body experience entirely. She can't stop crying, and doesn't try to, focusing instead on breathing in and out and squeezing herself to keep from falling apart.

The doppelganger is laughing. At her, no doubt. The sound fills Misa with anger and embarrassment at being seen like this, but she can't find it within herself to pull herself together or tell him off. Not yet. Not with that terrible black void in the forefront of her mind, cold and miserable and hurting in so many ways. It had felt like something out of a horror movie, and Misa can't decide if not knowing what she looked like is for the better or if it makes everything that much worse.

Eventually she manages to tilt her head to the side, looking up at Lazarus with red-rimmed eyes. She tries to say something but stops short when her voice comes out alien, a strangled croak that is a far cry from words. Misa clears her throat, looking down again and letting go of her legs to wipe at her eyes. How shameful, letting them see her like this, maybe even letting them see her like that.

"You saw?"

She isn't quite ready to think through the implications of that. Maybe Lazarus is just reacting to her outburst and doesn't know the context, but something about the horror in his voice suggests otherwise.