At least she's not a meter maid

[goodatgoogle]

The woman who stumbles into the Rift room in the basement of the Conrad was, quite frankly, expecting someplace else. Expecting a bar, with a man she'd just met behind her, where they could quietly discuss the fact that this man catches aliens for a living

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[of_rageandruin]

Romana is getting very tired of the Rift and everything that comes through it. In her life, the Rift has never caused her anything but trouble. Which is why she's standing in the doorway now, watching it.

The woman who just stepped through doesn't seem to notice her presence just yet. The woman who just stepped through also looks very, very familiar, in an unpleasant way. But Romana's well aware that wanderers are strange and... well, she just came through. She saw it.

This is not Torchwood's Gwen.

"Harkness isn't here. Which is all for the best, honestly."

[goodatgoogle]

Gwen jumps a bit, gasps, and whirls around. Oh. Second door. She really should've noticed that. This would be why she hasn't been promoted past PC, apparently.

"Sorry, I didn't... I thought we were going to a bar?" She frowns a little. "Do you mind me asking who you are, ma'am?"

[of_rageandruin]

"I'm sure you were," Romana says coolly, "but that's not where you ended up."

She smiles and steps out of the doorway, moving toward Gwen. Once out of the doorway, her wings are fairly obvious, tapered gyrfalcon's wings patterned soft brown on white. "I'm Romana Angelos. First Angel. You're in the Conrad Hotel in Chicago - and I'm sorry, but there's no way back to Cardiff. At least, not your Cardiff. You could get on a plane if you really wanted, but it's another universe anyway."

[goodatgoogle]

Gwen frowns a bit. Processes this. Looking at her and listening to her and trying to decide whether or not this is a joke.

"An angel?" she asks skeptically. Hey, it's one thing to believe in aliens, even if it's only just been for the past hour or so. But angels? That's a bit much.