"Whoa, whoa." Iman holds up a hand. "Rift... no, no, no. No one else can use it, even, it was - well, I don't really have a name for it yet to be honest. I just slipped between the strata with an extremely localized adjustment of constants and some electromagnetic field manipulation. It - well, it's a lot more complicated than that sounds, actually, but-" She shakes her head, a fearful itch rising up at the back of her mind. If Jodie has any idea what she's talking about, and she at least sure seems to think she does, the implications are both worrisome and irritating as fuck.
She should probably acquire more information, here.
"Back up," she says. "What are you talking about."
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"Whoa, whoa." Iman holds up a hand. "Rift... no, no, no. No one else can use it, even, it was - well, I don't really have a name for it yet to be honest. I just slipped between the strata with an extremely localized adjustment of constants and some electromagnetic field manipulation. It - well, it's a lot more complicated than that sounds, actually, but-" She shakes her head, a fearful itch rising up at the back of her mind. If Jodie has any idea what she's talking about, and she at least sure seems to think she does, the implications are both worrisome and irritating as fuck.
She should probably acquire more information, here.
"Back up," she says. "What are you talking about."