[That last bit gets a snort from her and a shake of her head. Her gem says she belongs to Heimdall, and she's really not sure about that at all. Margaret lets him examine it without any fuss, honestly, she's still getting used to the line of quaint houses that look like they were really ripped from somewhere in Amsterdam. And the low rumble of a small aftershock.]
Heimdall [she says almost flatly] whoever that is. And what am I supposed to do with a god power? [It was insane, really. Powers. She was a head nurse, the only power she had was sheer commanding presence. It was the only thing she needed, too.] It sounds ridiculous.
[If she was being honest, the panic was giving way to just plain anger. How dare they rip her away from her own world with its own rules and throw her here? It was absurd.]
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Heimdall [she says almost flatly] whoever that is. And what am I supposed to do with a god power? [It was insane, really. Powers. She was a head nurse, the only power she had was sheer commanding presence. It was the only thing she needed, too.] It sounds ridiculous.
[If she was being honest, the panic was giving way to just plain anger. How dare they rip her away from her own world with its own rules and throw her here? It was absurd.]