[ This isn't Rose's first rodeo either. Though she does actually remember the first time she was kidnapped to another world. Not having any memory of what exactly happened is unsettling but she's not sure she really wants to know. Being aware the last time only made things worse. Hopefully, it'll come back to her soon though she won't be too upset if it doesn't.

From her aches, pains, and the smell of blood wafting on the air Rose can already assume something went terribly wrong before she even opens her eyes. She isn't going to either (play opossum just in case looters come to the wreckage of wherever they are) but that whistle startles her. It's the first distinct thing she's heard beyond quiet mutters and groans of pain from everyone else. So her eyes flutter open and adjust to the strange mix of dim auxiliary lighting and random flashlight beams. ]

I've seen worse. At least the whole thing is still, uh, mostly standing. That's a plus. [ The blond knocks on her seat instinctively; 'knock on wood.' Does it count? Probably not, but it's the closest thing to wood in this metal death trap she's got. ] They were kind enough to make sure I was buckled too. Save lives, y'know! I guess I'll have to th-

[ There was going to be more to that but she was finagling with her harness while speaking. She got it unlocked easily enough but wasn't prepared for the sudden release. The woman squeaks, faceplants into walkway, and sighs. She lifts an arm and gives it a dismissive wave along with a self-depreciating laugh. ] I'm okay!