open ; arrival } { i guess we'll just have to adjust

[and_dontgetcute]

[Everything hurts

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[itbecomesreal]

[ She likes secrets. She doesn't have to tell her team. Because, it's a secret. This is what she keeps telling herself as she gets off the plane. Except, she misses a step, tries to catch herself and fails. She expects to fall down the two remaining steps. But, somehow, she falls a shorter distance. And instead of landing on concrete, she lands only feet away from Don Flack - on dirt. Out of seemingly thin air - and a portal.

With an oof. ]

[and_dontgetcute]

[turns at the sound and frowns, before starting to make his way over to her]

You alright?

[itbecomesreal]

Yeah, I'm... [ she picks herself up, brushing off the dirt as she gets to her feet. ] ...Fine. [ she gives a long look around ] -- Where are we?

[and_dontgetcute]

Your guess is as good as mine.

[because honestly, he hasn't a clue]

[itbecomesreal]

I work for the government. And considering the last thing I remember is getting off the jet? They'll notice. It's only a matter of time.

[ she's holding the door open for you, Don ]

[and_dontgetcute]

[smirks as he moves through the door ahead of her, looking around as he went]

I work for the government too. Just not the same branch.

[itbecomesreal]

I'm a part of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. At Quantico. Virginia?

[ and - she peeks into the doorway, oh a bathroom ]

...Indoor plumbing. Well, he's not depriving us. Or, she. Or, they.

[and_dontgetcute]

I've heard of it. But just because we're not some kind of fancy FBI branch doesn't mean we're idiots.