[ Her face is still human enough that the subtle momentary shift at the thought of being human or even any of those other fleshy things is clear. But only for a moment. She hadn't been, and there was no sense in dwelling. Wesley wasn't dead, so there wasn't any sense in dwelling upon that, either. And she has no real opinion on whether or not she'd like to be sent back to a place that would never be home, but she certainly isn't going to remain subject to the whims of rival gods for the rest of her days. ]

I cannot see that it matters; one way or another I am trapped, and apparently they've found us both suitable enough to remain. I suppose you owe them your thanks, given your alternative.

[ There's a small part of her that is grateful to them in her own way for this small gift, but she doesn't feel that she owes them anything in particular. The idea of awakening even more creatures who will have power over her is revolting. But so long as Wesley remains, she'll keep her own word to him and refrain from killing anyone. ]