"Why are we still waiting." He paces in place, looks like he's not entirely sure if the minder is the sort of person he wants to glare at or not. Doesn't act like he's treating the mages as present at all, except to edge away from them a little.

The minder is mostly ignoring him, looking at her watch. The other mage is flinching a little. The minder taps her watch. 

"Go."

The mage does as he's told.

She knows what a teleport feels like, obviously. The teleport feels like that, and then it promptly feels not like that.

She can guess what 'landing anyway rather than dying in some bizarre accident' feels like, when that happens.

This hallway is probably not where they wanted to be. Unless they wanted to be in a hallway in another world.

He definitely didn't want to be in this hallway! (Since 'hallway in another world' does not happen to be communicated in any way to accompany landing in said hallway, he is currently completely ignorant of this information). Also, he's pretty sure the teleporter and the overseer were supposed to come along and they're not here at all.

He rounds on the remaining mage. 

"What the fuck did you do!"

Teleportation does not malfunction in this way. (If there was even the slightest chance it did, someone would absolutely have told them about it, while giving an exciting demonstration of how they'd better never do it.) Some sorts of energy discharges and the like can sometimes interfere with a teleport. 

He didn't ask her for an analysis. She surveys the hallway inasmuch as she can while not obviously looking anywhere other than down.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't the acting teleporter. I haven't taken any magical actions."

The hallway continues to be a hallway. It's in various shades of dull brownish red. There are a couple windows overlooking some kind of courtyard or garden or something.

His earpiece is refusing to connect at all. Pulling out his phone doesn't yield any better.

"Well fix it!"

She'd certainly love to - she's not expecting anything good to come out of this. But,

"I don't have permission for a teleport, sir." She doesn't think he actually has a proper control to her collar. Fairly sure he has an emergency control, though he doesn't seem to be reaching for it. She thinks there's supposed to be some primer on using it. Maybe he skipped it or something; if she understands correctly humans [can] do that sometimes.

(She's pretty sure having permission for a teleport wouldn't actually help, in this case - to her knowledge there's not somewhere like this within her teleportation range, and she can't exactly reproduce the accident in reverse. But she doesn't think he wants an elaborate answer.)

He does have a control for her net!

Of course he does. She has enough control to not suddenly scream in an unfamiliar location. He stops it about short of when she'd just fall over, which she supposes she appreciates in the circumstances.

"I'm sorry," she says, once she can talk. She should really have said that originally.

She continues to not be able to do anything about the situation.

He looks like he might go for another time, but instead rounds on the nearest door. Hammers on it. Pauses, looks back at Elvira for a moment, repeats.

"Open up! CIA!"

Well. This was the interagency-or-whatever sort of thing, she has the uniform with the little badge on it and everything. He's not asking her for comments on strategy.

A tall woman opens the door partway. She leans her head out a little. It's hard to see inside.

"You have ten seconds to give me a reason to hear you out."

The translator he's wearing is conveniently at the setting where, hearing a different language, it translates it right over. It is not at a setting where he wouldn't also hear the original.

"What the fuck are you speaking?"

(Her translator is similarly configured. She continues standing still and looking down.

She doesn't recognize the language at all.)

She slams the door.

He hammers on it again. "Open up this instant!" (He hasn't yet set his translator to translate in return, so this remains English.)

The door stays closed.

He hammers on the next door!

No answer.

Next!

Nobody else wants to open their door for the rude angry foreigner.

He switches his translator on the other way as well, goes back to the first door. "I'll have you arrested for refusal to render aid to a government officer! I'll have you deported! Open this door!"

A door opens. Something walks out that is tiny and cute and seems totally unaware that it is either of those things. It has long claws. Its voice is squeaky.

"And what do you want, oh supposed imperial officer?"

What the fuck -

His reaction to the situation turns immediately from 'dropped in some dump, fuck the CIA and its mages, just wait till I get back, and these locals are gonna hear of it too' to 'extreme illegal magical experiment!'.

He draws his gun. "Don't move!"