Sue throws up her hands and lets them fall back down to her sides. Today is a mess and she'll be angry later, after she's had a nap and washed the sweat out of her hair.
"Next stop, the portal." She nods in the direction they're headed, where there are a handful of Transports visible manning a perimeter around their own personal hole in space and time.
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"Next stop, the portal." She nods in the direction they're headed, where there are a handful of Transports visible manning a perimeter around their own personal hole in space and time.