"This isn't Alternian or Carapacian design. Too middle ground of artsy and functional for Carapacians, and not organic enough for Alternian. And I swear to gog if there is yet another alien race invading our shit, I will win awards for the pirouette I will take off the fucking handle," she said, hands on her hips as she walked around.

Of course there was also the matter no other humans should be around, certainly no adults save for the MIA Dad Crocker. But she knew what he looked like, so that didn't make sense.

"Archway in the middle of the room says portal. Portals to anywhere I dun know isn't gonna be the universe I was in."