[ Pidge's eyes crack open as something rattles. She'd been in the wormhole. Twisting, falling... It takes a moment for her to focus, then everything is brought into stark wakefulness as she tries to take a breath--finds she can't. She gasps, sitting upright as her pod hisses open, venting the last chill of the pod into the warm desert air. She flails, one hand inadvertently smacking into Lance as she pulls herself upwards to try and breathe again.
Finally, sweet, sweet oxygen comes rushing into her lungs and she slumps down, breathing heavily as she tries to get herself oriented, eyes squinting against brilliant sun. A hand comes up--this isn't her Paladin armor she's wearing--to shield her eyes and finally, she seems to recognize Lance. ]
2. Pods
Finally, sweet, sweet oxygen comes rushing into her lungs and she slumps down, breathing heavily as she tries to get herself oriented, eyes squinting against brilliant sun. A hand comes up--this isn't her Paladin armor she's wearing--to shield her eyes and finally, she seems to recognize Lance. ]
...Lance? Is that you?