They wake up lying on the ground.
Outdoors.
It's a bright, clear day.
Their body feels different.
Who's in front?
Warm, eager curiosity, with a side of playful smirk? Okay feels like it's Sable.
"Then I hope we don't run into her world, because it sounds like a disaster straight out of the Second Dark Age or worse."
"You are absolutely correct about that. Worm is a DR7 deathtrap and I want a bunch more upgrades and defenses before we go anywhere remotely close."
"Four. And Gwen's neighborhood of worlds is five to eight, depending on which variant of the world and what time period. A couple really bad periods hit a nine."
"We'll just have to level up to meet it. We have a month with the maximum danger rating for portal destinations being three, then another month max four, and so on. We'll rise to this, Momo."
"It's not that I'm particularly worried about keeping up, yet. It's that there are worlds out there that are that badly off and that we're only two people in an indefinite-but-certainly-very-large multiverse."
"Oh. Well yes, that's concerning. There are never enough people like us, and an awful lot of worlds in need."
How 'bout some hug?
"...As much as there is a part of me that just wants to stay in this hug for the rest of forever - you give very good hugs - we can't afford that. I have the targets done, and we need to test this knife, to see if I have the treatment right, before I can move onto the ones for catching."
"Anywhere convenient, so," she proffers a volleyball-sized sphere, "this will probably do?"
No, not quite. it bites into the webbing but binds up in the adhesives.
Meanwhile, Sable is tossing buoyant targets out and webbing them. One at a time for now, just to get used to hitting further targets of various sizes.
It's meditative.
Hmm. If this wasn't the right way for it to be, there's only a few other ways that it could go, so...
She does note down the 'failed' treatment, though. It might be useful for something eventually.
Yes. Yes, it is. It cuts capture-web like butter.
Sable is getting pretty solid at webbing targets, in the meantime. Thwip, thwip, thwip.
Then she can get to making the falling dummies!
Honestly, half the trouble is adjusting for the bit where there doesn't seem to be a measurable decrease or increase of air pressure based on height. Thankfully, she has software for triangulating from radio beacons. ...That increases the amount of circuitry she has to bother with, but considering that she needs to record g-forces anyway, and that'll need to be electrified for reusability's sake... Not to mention that she'll also need vector references to make animated target practice routines.
...It'll be fine. As long as they have power enough to spare - and the recovery function oughtn't trigger too often, if the training is working whatsoever. Still, she thinks they should test it before relying on it.
"I think I'm ready to test one of these, if you're ready to catch it if it tries to escape into the abyss, by which I mean, if it gets more than twenty meters from my lovely new reference points without activating its recovery mechanisms."