[USS Enterprise - Transporter Room]
Amanda Grayson gasps.
It's the first thing she always does, on instinct, whenever she re-materializes after a transport, as if she's been holding her breath while her atoms were scattered. She looks around, at a transporter room she's quite certain she's never seen before, all clean shining metal and glass, and her long skirts whisper against the pad as she turns. Her eyes trace the designation printed on the wall nearby - U.S.S. Enterprise, NCC-1701.
She steps down from the pad, wondering where everyone is - then flinches in surprise as a dark head, and then the rest of a torso, dressed in a red uniform, pop up from behind a console he's evidently been inspecting. The man stares at her in bewilderment.
[OOC: Want to take it from here, allmhadadh, or I could just change the time period and make it some random engineer if you had other plans?]
It's the first thing she always does, on instinct, whenever she re-materializes after a transport, as if she's been holding her breath while her atoms were scattered. She looks around, at a transporter room she's quite certain she's never seen before, all clean shining metal and glass, and her long skirts whisper against the pad as she turns. Her eyes trace the designation printed on the wall nearby - U.S.S. Enterprise, NCC-1701.
She steps down from the pad, wondering where everyone is - then flinches in surprise as a dark head, and then the rest of a torso, dressed in a red uniform, pop up from behind a console he's evidently been inspecting. The man stares at her in bewilderment.
[OOC: Want to take it from here, allmhadadh, or I could just change the time period and make it some random engineer if you had other plans?]