"Okay okay okay, I think May's right. Let's hold off on experiments for a bit. Not good in such a crowded room." 'Vikki' eyed the table with interest, wondering how it had managed to pass partially through the wall. She pulled herself back from the brink of experimenting herself, mindful of what she'd just said. It would indeed be unwise to test the limits of her abilities in a crowded underground room.
She got up and started hobbling to the door which led outside, wincing as her feet protested her weight on them. It felt like tenderness rather than damage though.
At least I'm healing from whatever it was, she thought, opening the door.
"So if anybody wants to come and experiment, and look around a bit to see if we can figure out where we are, I'll be climbing these stairs for a bit," she said, then turned her attention to the task of negotiating the steps which led outside.
Across the room, 'Liz' watched 'Vikki' start tackling the stairs, wincing frequently.
She should be sitting still, 'Liz' thought, but made no move to suggest that or offer assistance. That didn't seem like the sort of thing she'd do for some reason. She turned her attention to Daniel Jackson, frowning. Something about his name was familiar. Something...
She shook her head. Whatever it was tickling at the edge of her mind wasn't sufficient to resolve into any useful information. Perhaps she'd remember later. She hoped she would, or she'd be stuck here with no idea who she was forever.
[Isabel, Alia]
She got up and started hobbling to the door which led outside, wincing as her feet protested her weight on them. It felt like tenderness rather than damage though.
At least I'm healing from whatever it was, she thought, opening the door.
"So if anybody wants to come and experiment, and look around a bit to see if we can figure out where we are, I'll be climbing these stairs for a bit," she said, then turned her attention to the task of negotiating the steps which led outside.
Across the room, 'Liz' watched 'Vikki' start tackling the stairs, wincing frequently.
She should be sitting still, 'Liz' thought, but made no move to suggest that or offer assistance. That didn't seem like the sort of thing she'd do for some reason. She turned her attention to Daniel Jackson, frowning. Something about his name was familiar. Something...
She shook her head. Whatever it was tickling at the edge of her mind wasn't sufficient to resolve into any useful information. Perhaps she'd remember later. She hoped she would, or she'd be stuck here with no idea who she was forever.