Miss Imogen is disoriented, not only because there was woolen stuffing coming out of the wound she sustained on her thigh that had not yet fully healed. Her head hurt, and every sight seemed to her unlike anything she had seen before... not only new, but foreign, like she had been transported to another place, another time. She tried to puzzle it, but could not get beyond the shape of her hands.
"It makes no sense," she said to Qawasha. "There is nothing to fight, nothing to stop." Her voice cracks in a panic. "I can go in, or try, and see what this vessel does, if that helps."
"It makes no sense," she said to Qawasha. "There is nothing to fight, nothing to stop." Her voice cracks in a panic. "I can go in, or try, and see what this vessel does, if that helps."