One moment Dama is where she expects to be, and the next moment she is where she least expects to be - an unheard-of street under an astronomically bizarre sky, showing close, green-blue moons and two orange suns, one much closer than the other, glowing through the clouds. It is raining hard; people are bustling past her under various contrivances to keep the rain off. Nobody looks twice at her.
Dama in Kith
"...I'm glad that works out for them," she says, trying to sound less uncertain than she feels.
Wooooow that's a bad concept. She makes a face.
"Is that a lot of them? How long is a centispan, anyway?"