She offers a small nod and takes a moment to organize her thoughts.

"A few months ago, in the middle of a firefight in the park, the one where we lost Timosha, Rita, and Old Katarina, something weird happened." Deaths are, sadly, the most reliable way to mark time in this war-torn city.

"I was diving for cover and instead of ending up in a ruined building I was... somewhere else (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/15349627.html). Like one of the Red gates, but... not."