How did you find me here waiting for you? Across the multiverse we collide

[sexy_bluebox]

When Sexy opens her eyes (her eyes, she has eyes, oh dear), she experiences something just a little less than shock. She supposes it can't be full-on shock, at this point in her long and illustrious history and with a precedent to boot, but she is rather surprised to find herself out of her usual network. The sky above her is blue, that deep afternoon blue that's just begun to make way for the orange hues of the setting sun, and she can't help but smile as she marvels at it (the humanoids had the wonderful ability to appreciate the finer wonders of the universe in a way Sexy could never truly understand until she'd seen it for herself. Even then, she'd only gotten the smallest taste of it.)

She manages to sit up, skirts bunched up underneath her. She's not sure where she is beyond the nondescript alleyway around her, and when she tries to remember where she was last parked (space, stars, plotting a course around something...), her head feels a tad fuzzy. Sexy extends a hand, looking at her fingers (humans have so many of them, don't they?), flexing and quickly figuring out how to move each one. The first step towards figuring out just what exactly's going on would be to get up, but it's been a hot minute since she's piloted one of these things, so she'll need a moment.

Eventually, she manages to get a hand underneath her, wobbling up to her feet. Yes, she feels as though she's picking it up fairly quickly - quicker than she did the last time, though her head almost feels as though it's swimming just as much. Lingering side effects from being transplanted, she's sure.

Sexy spends a few minutes examining the brick on the building next to her (red, gritty, and the texture under her hand was incredibly fascinating), getting distracted as she tries to make her way out of the alley. Surely her thief wasn't terribly far. Or perhaps this was a dream! She'd heard of those, but had, of course, never managed to experience one. Honestly, she'd be far less surprised if it was a dream. The universe always did find a way to keep you on your toes, somehow.