( Her fingers still. That's a startling number, startling enough to have her breathe in more sharply than she intends. The numbers roll through quickly: collectively, nineteen months. )

On your own?

( She asks, because she has to ask. It's enough of a point of consideration that she doesn't blink twice at his offer, waving the hand which had been on her head in a negligent, "do as you will" gesture.

He doesn't know. Sharon considers that as she looks to him, trying to catch his eyes with hers. )

The city's unharmed.

( For the most part. )

We called young Master Oz, Miss Alice, and yourself back to Pandora. Leo had his own business to attend to -- ( on the lawn, but that's beside the point ) -- which called the Jabberwock away.