Mireille hurries up the riverbank; it’s not the easiest thing, keeping her footing on ground like this, especially when barefoot, especially when being disproportionately heavy thanks to being made of metal. But she only stumbles a little.

She doesn’t know where she is. All she knows is that suddenly she was here. But it starts to make sense to her--that night, when Weyland had disappeared, when she had lost her hand, she’d been wishing more than anything else that she could’ve gone to visit Kate back when they’d planned to.

Apparently she did. That’s where she is.

In all honesty, encountering Weyland here would have made her only the tiniest bit happier than seeing Kate does right now. Her joy shows plainly on her face.