[center][h2]Sasha Koslova[/h2][/center]
Sasha blinked as both another of the girls and the apparently female angel mentioned an email: had she clicked on anything like that? Nothing sprung to mind, but considering the rush she'd been in on the way out of the house...

She grabbed her phone back out of her pocket, flicking through the lock screen; and just as it disappeared, there it was, purple link and everything. She blinked again, and hit the back icon to confirm. Right at the top of her inbox, right above the one for dad's order, was the offending email. Had she really been spirited away to another world because she hadn't taken the time to check her emails; because it had just been there when she was rushing through to load up the receipt on the way to the store?

"Well, that's just [i]great[/i]." She muttered to herself. It only stood to reason that that damn phone would be the end of her. She looked up gingerly, trying to get a read on how the others were responding to things-

"Hey!" She just about shouted, the sight of the female angel hitting the other two over the head emboldening her to raise her voice and jump-starting her back out of her momentary funk. She didn't rightly appreciate the language either, but- "You're the one imposing on them, mind your own damn manners!" 

She glared at the angel for a moment, with as withering a look as she could manage, before she went back to appraising everyone else's reactions. The girl that had spoken up after her before had bounced back pretty quickly from being clonked and was rattling through a laundry list of words that she could only assume made sense to her. Well, power to her, she guessed. The oldest-looking of the boys, meanwhile, seemed about as accepting of the premise of things, but was asking things that she could more readily understand; right, she'd tuned it out a little, but the angel had mentioned something about drawing the potential out of 'Digimon'.

"Alright, alright, let's just- let's just move past you grabbing us without our knowledge or proper consent for the time being." She could get back to that once she understood things a little more. Maybe they actually had a good reason and a legitimate need for them to be here, however shoddily they'd gone about it. "How do you intend for us to draw out this 'potential'? Do we have some kind of magic in this world, or are you just expecting us to coach you through it?" If they were in another world, it was only a small leap of logic to assume they'd have gained abilities in the transition; but it was still a lot to assume considering how little she really knew or understood of what was being said. 

"And why exactly do you need this potential unlocked?" And seeing as they'd spoken a lot about the what without going much into the why, she figured she might as well bite that bullet. As she finished her sentence, she paused, pondering; admittedly, if she had some kind of mystic hidden potential, she'd want it unlocked; she could help dad and the others a lot more. But it stood to reason, if it was urgent enough to snatch them from another world, it probably wasn't in the sole interest of self-improvement. "Why [i]now[/i], I mean?"