The faster her memories resurfaced, the easier it was for her to regain motor function. Taking one last shuddering breath, the ship pushed away from the wall, still uncertain on her feet, and reached for Dukat's hand. She didn't question the offer nor her own actions; for better or worse, she trusted the Cardassian and being here did not change that. Besides, he offered her stability she sorely needed, both mentally and physically.

"Your ship?" she repeated, finally taking a moment to look around and process where she was. It was indeed a cargo bay, the surreal silence explained by his loss of crew. The TARDIS closed her eyes to better listen to the ship itself, brow drawn in concern. "There is something wrong with her. She labors." Whatever had dragged the TARDIS here was obviously affecting his Rotarran, though the how and why of it remained a mystery. What could have removed an entire crew without him noticing? What could have placed her back into flesh? "Do you recall what happened before my arrival and your crew's disappearance?"