"Who thinks?"

She pauses mid-strike: it's not doing any good hitting the wall.

Jin was right: she should have stayed right by his side and never left. Then maybe she would not be here with only a nightgown and a stranger for comfort. Reaching down, she picks the gown up from the floor where it's fallen, dusts it off, folds it compulsively and neatly. This is all she has now.