Zaneta's triplets always had great birthday parties. It'd be hard for them not to, seeing as they have superpowers and their mother straight up owns an island. Of course, most of their friends and classmates also have superpowers, but that just added to the festivities. Especially when Erwin showed off his ability to pull stuff from other timelines...
A two legged metal thing the size of a horse, with a twelve years old clinging to its back, holding tools.
Who is yelling confusedly in German.
"Okay." says a boys whose colouration matches the tye dye he's wearing. "You didn't say it would be a kid."
She slams a panel closed, chambers over the top to sit in a too-large seat, and flips a switch that starts a loud engine while settling into a sort of harnass.
"Are you going to try and kill us all?" asks one of the glowing, platinum blond children.
"Because it's our eleventh birthday, and that would be rude," says his apparent twin.
"I varely know Englis and I am scared." The hydraulics hiss to life, the machine starts following her movements. She backs away.
"It's okay, we won't hurt you."
She glances at the multicolored boy.
If she was thinking instead of reacting maybe she would believe them. As is, she turns and pushes the walker into a surprisingly quick run. Towards the most open area available.
Gah, that just confirms it.
This thing is no window-climber but she makes it act nimble enough to avoid actually stepping on anyone or running into anything. Is there a door available or is she heading for a window?
Now she's clear of those people, she pushes the machine into a proper sprint across the sand. And starts looking around some more to figure out what the heck!
What appears to be the glowing twins' siblings flies beside her. "We're on an island."
"I can see that! Why!"
"It's where me and my family live."
"Why am I here! How are you flying!"
"I think our friend accidentally brought you here. And I'm a Miracle."
"No you're a-" Something in german. She growls inaudibly over the engine's roar and kicks it into a higher gear. Squeezes maybe another five miles an hour out of it.
"I think the German word is Wunderkind."
"You're not making any sense! Darwin- AAAH!"
She got too distracted rebutting him and the machine tripped. It's now tumbling along the beach at forty miles an hour.
The girl scoops her out and gently sets her down on the sand.
"I- you- what-" She watches the tumbling walker grind to a halt with a spray of wet sand. "Okay. I'm dreaming, that's the explanation."
"I don't think so," says Moira in perfect German.
She switches to German, then. "What's Wunderkind, some kind of Darwinist procedure? I thought they were forbidden from doing that to humans."