[For a long, extended moment, there is silence as she stews, head stubbornly kept forward as she watches the witches working around the cave entrance instead of allowing for any sort of eye contact, and it seems as though that will be that. She'll refuse to say any more, refuse to reveal any more weakness.

She still thinks that's something she should do, which is why England will have to be listening very closely when she quietly admits--]

... I saw something that was not there. I could not remember where I was or what we were doing there. I had to be shaken back into reality while those beasts were breathing down our necks. Such a lapse in focus... it could have ended in disaster.

[It should have, honestly. Her luck is never that good.]