Are they, though? Greta gives him a brief, skeptical glance. Muffins aren't going to get either of them out of their respective messes. Then again, if they're going to be stuck here for a while, perhaps it's just as well they have a little food. No water, of course, but she's trying not to think of this as such a long-term predicament that their lack of supplies will prove to be a problem.

The news that he woke up here is a bit alarming. She's still not sure what prompted her foolish behavior, but at least she remembers getting up and leaving her apartment. "As if the Rift hasn't done enough," she grouses under her breath as she pries a length of bramble away from its fellows and coaxes it down a few inches. It's not the quickest progress, but more of Johnny's face can be seen, and presumably he can see more of the outside world.

"Careful," she adds, wincing in sympathy when his wriggling only results in more pain for him. She wishes she could work faster, but all she has is her hands. "Sorry," she says. "I know I'm not being especially quick about this. But I think if I left to find help, I wouldn't be able to find you again." If she can't find her way out of the Ramble or find the TARDIS, she doubts she'd be able to find Johnny if she was trying to on purpose.