[eventually she may become aware of a presence, something that seems to move through the thing that's caught her and plucks at it gently, then sliding around her slowly, curious, but also a bit purposeful.

She may start to feel more distinct, more as if she has a physical self, though whatever is there with her remains incorporeal and things like senses don't matter too much.

We are separate...

The thought she "hears" come to her as if in her own voice, but it is distinctly not hers.]