[There's a handful of people Michonne needed to still be here as soon as she realized she was back, and she was oriented again. Regina's one of them, and the relief at hearing her voice is palpable.]

Shit, I'm glad you're still here.

[She closes her eyes for just a second - get the hell back, emotions - and then clears her throat, looking at Regina again, not exactly smiling, but not looking as stern as she had when she was alone.]

I never know what it is, but you're right. Probably both. Feel like tequila tonight?