[As Miranda speaks, she slips into the seat beside her, watching disbelief play out across her features. At the final question, her own expression turns wry, lips pursed.]
You're not going to like the answer.
[Welcome to paradoxical civilian hell, you're trapped, I have to buy groceries and take public transport to work. Dead people keep showing up, and I've successfully kept numerous fish alive for multiple months.
Baby steps.]
We wait.
Each of us was pulled out of our own universes at different times and places — and the Ingress Complex scientists are working to pinpoint theoretical "coordinates" to help send us home. Until then?
[She gives another gesture at the room, this one considerably more sardonic.]
Ta-da.
[Why sugarcoat it? It was a lot to take in, but Miranda, of all people, could probably be trusted to approach the situation pragmatically — hell, it didn't get much more sensible that immediately asking how they were going to break out.]
YOLO-- WAIT. YOL...T???
You're not going to like the answer.
[Welcome to paradoxical civilian hell, you're trapped, I have to buy groceries and take public transport to work. Dead people keep showing up, and I've successfully kept numerous fish alive for multiple months.
Baby steps.]
We wait.
Each of us was pulled out of our own universes at different times and places — and the Ingress Complex scientists are working to pinpoint theoretical "coordinates" to help send us home. Until then?
[She gives another gesture at the room, this one considerably more sardonic.]
Ta-da.
[Why sugarcoat it? It was a lot to take in, but Miranda, of all people, could probably be trusted to approach the situation pragmatically — hell, it didn't get much more sensible that immediately asking how they were going to break out.]