New York... right, that's fine- that's only an ocean away from home. *Tries to calm down* Uh- well, I was getting ready to go on a trip, hence the backpack and bag, and there was a redirect in my travel? And um- then I got onto the plane, and then there was blue light- like loads of blue and then I was falling and then I opened my eyes and I was *gestures around self helplessly* here? I opened my eyes and I was lying on a bench. In a square? And yeah- here I am? - Accent
(2/2 *She scratches her neck nervously* I mean, I probably shouldn't be surprised- odd things happen to me all the time...)“Redirect?” Strange narrows his eyes and sits down in a chair that wasn’t there before. “Do you know who was on that plane with you? Are you missing anything you had before?” There’s a chair behind Accent as well, made of birch. “Where is your home? I could take you back there, if you’d like.” Strange wondered briefly what she meant by ‘odd things’.
