['You okay now'? That's a loaded question. She's dead for sure; she felt herself die, anyway. There was a finality to the feeling she can't really explain. Either way, it's not really proper talk with a new acquaintance, no matter how fucked the situation is.]
I'm on both feet. That's as okay as anyone can be around here.
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I'm on both feet. That's as okay as anyone can be around here.
[Sighing tiredly, she adds:]
I'm starving, though. I miss real food.