[ The Greeter leaves Elena with her mind racing, questions both answered and unanswered running circles through her head. Normal, she almost laughs, unable to stop herself from wonder what on earth normal actually is as she turns her head to look at the claw marks that scar the walls.
Chewing her bottom lip she pulls her phone from her pocket, it yields little in the way of helpfulness and does nothing but put a frown on her face. No reception, no way to contact Chloe, or hell even Charlie. No way to contact Nate, but that much she had comes to grips with. He was bound for the middle of the desert and her? Well she was supposed to be going back to her apartment in Yemen, not pulled into another world entirely. ]
Dammit.
[ Hey at least she's armed─honestly not sure how she's supposed to feel about that (sentient guns? Really?), but it is something, better to be armed with a gun that might start talking to her than not to be armed at all. A frustrated sigh and she returns her phone to her pocket, only to finger the tablet in her other hand.
Time to think about what to do next Elena, one step at a time. To leave or stay. ]
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Chewing her bottom lip she pulls her phone from her pocket, it yields little in the way of helpfulness and does nothing but put a frown on her face. No reception, no way to contact Chloe, or hell even Charlie. No way to contact Nate, but that much she had comes to grips with. He was bound for the middle of the desert and her? Well she was supposed to be going back to her apartment in Yemen, not pulled into another world entirely. ]
Dammit.
[ Hey at least she's armed─honestly not sure how she's supposed to feel about that (sentient guns? Really?), but it is something, better to be armed with a gun that might start talking to her than not to be armed at all. A frustrated sigh and she returns her phone to her pocket, only to finger the tablet in her other hand.
Time to think about what to do next Elena, one step at a time. To leave or stay. ]