It seemed most everyone else took a lot tougher tumble through the multicolored hellscape before reaching wherever she was. However, it didn't stop her from being dumbstruck for a good minute, processing the disconnect between walking into a classroom and ending up the woodlands with a bunch of grown ups she didn't recognize. At the very least, she had some semblance of an idea as to why the girl with the missing bus pass sounded so panicked when calling out to her. 

In most cases being in a group of grown ups, especially ones she did not recognize, would not be an occasion for smiling. Yet she couldn't help but give a bemused snrk at the box of condoms, softly muttering [color=008000][b]"classy,"[/b][/color] under her breath when she caught sight of them. She didn't even bother trying to hide her amusement - her eyes remained of the box the entire time she spoke.

[color=008000][b]"Name's Dorotea. Tey's fine too. And there wasn't no fucking hole in the ground for me. I turn around while stepping into my classroom, and suddenly years of all the fumes from my druggie of a father are catchin' up to my dumbass self. Like I was reinacting some cheapass Alice In Wonderland or Narnia ripoff."
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She finally pried her eyes off of the condom box, but not before looking at the man who called himself "Z" a questioning look, raising her eyebrows as she glanced back to the box and then him again, before turning away to address the others.

[color=008000][b]"As for how the fuck we got here or why? Best not ask the homeless queer kid, 'cause she don't know shit. All she knows is God's probably pissing himself laughing at this fuckery. Just having himself a good ol' fucking chuckle up there."[/b][/color]