For half a second, she smiles because he does, still not being entirely with it and all.

Sitting up is not elegantly done. Morgana puts a hand to her chest and winces. Everything is tight, and her heart's rhythm still isn't right. "What was that?" She would like to understand whatever just happened.

She pulls her feet underneath her, and thinks about standing up but thinking is as far as she gets at the moment. "They must want to physically keep us out of there, like with the turret." Perhaps? She hopes she's right, she's just trying to get her thoughts back in order, and her heart to steady.