She does appear to have landed in an area of space that is bereft of anything. And it is...quite a while, before eventually, a ship appears. It manages to lurk into existence at the edge of her vision - at least, it's at the edge for a little while, and then she probably spins so it's in full view. It's scarred, and battered, and... And coming towards her, slowly, somehow managing to exude more caution than an non-sentient object should be able to.

She eventually stops spinning, mostly, out of air resistance if nothing else. And that metal monstrosity is probably someone's - well, it's probably better than spinning around in the empty sky until she runs out of protective charts.

...They pretty clearly see her. She waves and starts spinning again.

The ship draws level with her, ominous and somehow predatory. A hatch on the side opens, and ship shifts smoothly to net her within it, the hatch closing behind her and leaving her in a dim room., empty but for a row of helmets hung on one wall, next to a door that appears to be completely sealed. There's clicks and hisses as the room pressurises, and the lights flicker, but do not, really, brighten, but gravity abruptly reasserts itself.

Her protection sphere wants to push her away as air spews around everywhere (she brought a bunch with her apparently?) - there's something really weird going on at the boundary. She ends up whacking against one of the room's walls shortly before the gravity turns on, and lands on her front. "...Fuckin' ow."

The internal door opens with a sharp hiss, and two people enter.

"I don't suppose I'll be lucky enough that y'all speak English. Or maybe Deutsche? That's it for languages I know."

The first to enter was a man, practically skipping, spinning a bardiche around in his hands. He tilts his head, and looks back...

...to the woman who followed him in, a whip coiled in one hand. She frowns, pauses, clearly thinking. "The latter perhaps?" she says - in something that obviously evolved from Deutsche, it's not a perfect match, but it is not entirely unintelligible. "I can't say I was expecting you to actually be alive. Never mind conscious."

Nice weapons. She checks the doubled protection spell still sitting in the back of her mind - it's still active.

German it is. Hopefully it will be similar enough. "Well, I am alive. Unfinished teleport might kill me, but staying where I was definitely would have killed me."

The woman shakes the whip out, and the light catches on it revealing that it's made of tiny interlocking metal plates that bristle as she twists her wrist - it's not entirely clear whether the action is conscious. "I think we have a translation error 'unfinished teleport'? No known technology to support transportation of a dead subject, never mind a live one."

Wendy looks around exaggeratedly at the metal room. "We are both confused. Can you - get me some water? I stink. That falling feeling was nauseating." And the brandished weapons are off-putting. She's clutching the notebook in case of unpleasantness.

The woman tilts her head very slightly towards the man. He shrugs.

"There's a decon shower," she says, gesturing towards one wall. One of the panels slides back to reveal exactly that. She looks at the man and makes a sharp, dismissive gesture.

(He leaves, pouting.)

"We'll find something that fits you if you'd prefer to be out of those clothes," she adds, not quite turning her back to the shower. She's inspecting the girl out of the corner of her eye, looking for injuries and general state of physical health.

"I would appreciate clean clothes."

Before Wendy strips and showers she pages through the notebook, elaborate diagrams of some kind on each page, and touches one of the pages. A pale blue rectangle appears to conceal her, hanging in midair. She takes the notebook into the shower.

She is... Not obviously injured, but there are little scrapes, her hair is an absolute mess, and she seems very tired.

The woman makes a quiet, considering sound, but doesn't say anything, and instead leans against the wall, fingers stroking the length of her whip. She doesn't appear entirely aware of her surroundings, but it probably doesn't do to test just how true that is.

The door hisses open again and another woman enters, carrying a bundle of clothes in her arms. She arches an eyebrow at the obscured decon shower, glances to the woman against the wall, and then shrugs and leans against the wall on the other side of the door, waiting.

Eventually the shower stops. The obscuring wall lowers just enough for Wendy to look at them, hair soaked down. "Thanks for picking me up, by the way. And for the shower. I'm Wendy. Ooh, do I see clean clothes?"

"Also towels and a hairbrush," the new woman says, holding those out. "Let me know when you're dry enough to want the clothes. I'm Gluttony, t'other one's Pride. When was the last time you ate?"

"Ah, thanks... Last night I stole a chunk of cheese and this morning I had some berries that I recognized. Or whatever passes for morning in a sea of empty sky."

Wall goes back up. Towel sounds can be heard.

"So basically you've barely had anything to eat in the past day at least. Alright. How do you feel about beef? There's some beef stew left over from lunch, or we have fillings for sandwiches... You're not aller-"

"Gee," Pride sounds more amused than anything. "Let the girl answer a question before rambling."

"Kind of hard to stop and eat properly when the Hands are a few hours behind you. Food sounds good. Any food." She gives a sigh. "Where am I anyway?"

"One of the dead zones out on the edge. Good place to disappear to if you're being chased. I would suggest making sure you have an adequate space suit before attempting it again. Ready for clothes?"

"Maybe I wasn't clear on this. I used an unfinished teleport chart. I could be anywhere. It certainly seems like I'm somewhere strange."

She accepts clothes over the top of the pale blue wall.

"And I mentioned that I thought there might be a translation glitch," Pride states. "Those words...theoretically make sense but explain...well. Nothing as far as I can tell."

"I mean. Unless you tumbled out of one of L's fantasy novels. But."