Vetareh isn't sure how this mess happened. It shouldn't have happened, if everyone involved had been following appropriate safety protocols, it wouldn't have. What she does know is that she is in the unenviable position of being the smartest mesmer available to attempt to disentangle this catastrophe, and...
Well, to be quite honest, she's not sure what to do. She's not entirely sure what it's doing. Clearly someone was trying to create some kind of transportation method, but it's all... warped and twisted and tangled. Crucial seconds tick by as she stands in indecision, and it twists itself further into knots. It's not clear how to safely untangle it. It's not clear how to unsafely untangle it. It's not actually clear how to disrupt it at all. She risks making it worse by meddling without any proper understanding.
Then it... blurbles strangely. Oh. Oh, that's a bad sign. She doesn't know what it's a sign of, but she is smart enough to know it's bad.
"You know what," she says, feeling like she really should have said this earlier, "I cannot fix this. Everybody out."
She goes to follow her own advice, but there's a gaggle of idiots in the way, and she has a split second to curse each and every one of them for their inane desire to look at dangerous out of control magic. Then there is a bright flash of light and a strange feeling of sliding, like she's slipping down into a muddy ditch. But she's not going down, is she, she's going sideways—