She tries to keep the completely truthful answer tucked away out of sight, instead letting her expression fill with the exhaustion that only comes after a long battle is finally over. He'll understand that, surely.

"We won," she tells him with a ghost of a smile. "I'd just finished destroying their fleet of spaceships when I woke up here."

He doesn't need to know that she'd done it by blowing the ships up from the inside, or that she hadn't made it out. No one here needs to know that she'd died in the cold of space and that she can still feel that chill in her bones. All that matters is that they had won — the world is safe and so are the people she loves.