She took a last drag on her cigarette and put it out, carefully secreting the stub somewhere in her pockets. "Ah, you're awake. As to your question —" She shrugged. "It's hard for me to describe to someone used to living in a linear mode. It's a plane far from the Earth you know—or perhaps it predates your entire known universe. Or both. Time is stranger than you know, Rene." She stood up and stretched. A cry went up in the battle below, coming from the throat of a white-faced man in black armour, riding a massive black steed and wielding a black greatsword that seemed to glow hellishly as he laid about him. "Really, the important bit is that you're a very long way from home. And now that I'm satisfied as to your welfare, I'll be on my way."

She pulled up the cuff of her jacket and began making minute adjustments to the device that would send her back to Quadratus.