[ It hits her like a punch to the face. A mere second filled with a titanic urge to cry in a fit of agonized rage, like even the essence of breathing might be too much to bear. And then it's gone. A single second filled with something that amplifies what it'd felt to be attacked in New York, to watch her friends face death in her place before she — but when was that? It'd just happened, but then it had't. It was ages ago maybe. What was she even — oh, right. She rids the tube from her hands, rubbing the sore spot at the back of her neck where it'd been connected before she quickly makes her way for the ladder, that solitary glimmering object of hope in figuring this all out somehow.

The white garbs, aka the sad excuse for fashionable hospital pj's goes untouched. Maybe she's in a tattered purple hoodie, but it's hers and it's got a splash of good color at least (even if, you know, the few red splotches of blood don't actually belong on there).

Everything is silent as she climbs down, like a stillness that goes unexplained, but once her feet touch the ground, it's there — a wolf howls and she's flying, a vision of glistening starlight above, suddenly it moves into a cityscape, an array of lit buildings, definitely New York, it has to be, and she's swinging, no, she's falling, falling, and she's convinced she'll hit the ground, but then she isn't, because she knows she'll fly, the stick of wood in her hands will let her, the magic of it — and then it's done. Another mere second of something.

What was ... ? That couldn't have been hers, could it? And yet, it flows in through her head, so consistently, so naturally, like it belongs there.

Kate takes another step within the deck. Another rushing wave of memories, of a strange familiarity. Someone else is here. Someone she knows? She thinks so. She's convinced so. Her heart pounds, yet another wave. She wants to scream. There's pain, but there's not. Someone's doing this to her. Somehow.

Finally, she spins on her heel, hands high in the air, yelling as she turns at whoever happens to be nearby. ]

Hey, hey! Come on, bro! Would you cut that out? Time and place.

[ Kate treats the transfer over to Concordia as nothing more than something typical. Because she's done this bit, universal traveling and mission tasks. As an Avenger, this should all be pretty basic principle, right? Okay, so the transport over here was a bit more nauseating than the typical space ships she's hopped on, but it's fine. This is cool. This is superhero kind of stuff. The nifty apartment eases her a bit more into it, pleased with at least getting to snag her own bedroom. She doesn't waste time in trying to customize the place, not even bothering to close the door as she's already playing with the wall customization, frowning as the colors and patterns switch around. ]

Tacky, tacky, tacky. [ Her brow lifts with intrigue at a spurt of purple flashes before her, but her lips quickly swerved into a pout, displeased at the obnoxious floral. ] So Concordia lacks taste. Duly noted.

[ But the room is too contained that she doesn't stay there all night, more urged to explore and get a taste for this brave new world. She stops in her tracks upon noting the window in the common room, overlooking the Beta Block. ]

Well, hot damn. [ She mutters, smirking at the view. It's not New York, that's for sure, but with the flash of lights and color, it honestly looks better. ] Mama like. [ And to anyone who happens to be within earshot, ] Anyone down to provide an exclusive awesome tour to the new girl?

[ Of course, excitement always cuts short when, well, something happens. Something major apparently with some funky robot spouting weird names.

Of course, she wants to know what the deal is here. Bizarre robots popping out of the void is what they call a typical Tuesday back home. But there's panic and suddenly the "new hosts" (she thinks it's safe to assume she's included in that) are being told to leave in light of the apparent alarming events.

Frowning at being ordered around without an explanation, Kate holds up a palm, glancing to someone, anyone nearby. ] Okay, hold the train. Deets? Someone give a quick summary of this chaos, please.