[With the communicator set up on an old crate in an alley, Raina leans against the brick wall opposite, arms loosely folded, holding her blaster in one hand. She's not smiling, but she seems calm enough, and cocks her head faintly to the side.]I know we're expected to relax here. And wait.
[Her lashes lower fractionally.]But I can't do that unless one of you has proof that we return to our homes
exactly at the point when we left. So if any of you have gone home and come back to tell the tale, speak up. Please.
[Her shoulders rise slightly and fall again as she takes a breath and releases it.]I'd also like to know if those who have returned home retain any of the skills and knowledge they picked up here. Items too. Thanks.
[Her free hand gives a casual two-finger salute before she settles back and waits.]