“Interdimensional hops are a hell of a way to really travel for the first time. Gonna be hard to top this one in scale, huh?” Cammie says, before she feels the squeeze on her arm and goes quieter.

Her ears twitch and rotate towards the sound, subtly moving to follow any motion. Her other arm raises to find the hilt of her sword, not quite an instinctive motion this soon, but she realises it sure could become one if they’re here long enough.

“Oh, goody,” she says, low in volume, high in sarcasm.