Elena looks more puzzled than she did just a few seconds ago. Something she thought was entirely impossible, but there you have it anyway. She takes a small step back.

"You know, when I woke up this morning, I really didn't think I'd be falling in the middle of a sci-fi flick by lunchtime," she says, looking at her own Omni-Tool and trying to remember if and when she would have picked it up. There's, of course, nothing in her memory about that. She shakes her head a little, closing her eyes a moment. Maybe if she could just visualize home, she'd end up there. Of course, that far-fetched idea won't work even if instant travel into space and another dimension are apparently legitimate.

"How long have you been here?" she asks, opening her eyes. She's not sure if she wants the answer.