"Like here, but not. I died, then I woke up somewhere else knowing I'd died and—" She grits her teeth, breathes. Don't tell him too much. Don't give him enough to work with. Don't.

Dying and waking up in a freaky neon city that was apparently a simulation was disorienting. Dying and waking up after at all, having to deal with knowing the agony and coldness of death only to go on living, was downright traumatic.