[ The merry little ping! of her communicator catches her off-guard first, even while the alerts are going off all around her. The network hasn't been working for... days? however long they've been trapped in there, it's been hard to tell — so it's an unexpected delight when this connection does go through. When Anathema's video answers, it's unsteady because she keeps being jostled by the rest of the crowd. Clearly they've all been dumped into the same spot.

Mostly she's dusty, her face orange-streaked, her dark hair pale with sand and sticking up at odd ends. ]

Missed my taxi in there, but I'm alright. Good to see you weren't swallowed up by a death goddess, or anything.

Were you stuck in the storm too?