It’s faster to become again, in this world— or, well. In any world that isn’t her own. It’s not something she’s too fond of.

But perhaps the one benefit to going from statue to human once more with (relative) speed is that she gets to react that much quicker to the sight of a friend she thought she’d never see again.

“Jack,” she says, unable to help the smile, “It’s good to see you.”

Circumstances aside, obviously.