The good news is that she's figured out a trick. If she crosses her eyes and stares very hard at a point in front of her, everything slips a little to the left and she's somewhere else. The bad news is she has no idea where she is, thoughts and memories swirling unhelpfully. Sometimes they sort themselves into a clearer picture. Memories and history that Sawbones is fairly sure never happened despite their insistence at being real.

Other times, she simply... finds herself somewhere she's not supposed to be. Like now. With the obnoxious sting of what should be a headache, but somehow isn't. At least she's greeted with a familiar face this time.

"Blast if I can tell what time it is," she answers, looking around to try and gain her bearings before looking at Derrica, "Right, where are we?"