It's the sensation of the jacket settling over her that has Maya clawing her way back to consciousness. For a second she just yawns, stretching a little - she's in the forest, after all, there's nowhere she feels more comfortable.

Things start coming back to her in bits and pieces. It's pretty obvious when her memory returns completely, because she goes totally stiff under his coat, clutching the edges around her tighter. She shifts her head a little, squinting to confirm what she can already smell - yup, that's definitely Derek - before groaning and letting her head hit the dirt again.

"Not happeniiiiiing," she insists, even as she struggles to flap her arm through one of the sleeves.