Ten Forward Social Lounge

This is definitely not what Kiera expects to see when she walks out of the precinct. One minute she's stepping onto the streets of 2013 Vancouver; the next, she's... here, wherever here is. The room is large, done all in neutral tones, and full of people eating, drinking, talking. A bar — or close enough. And then she sees the view out the window and freezes in place a second. Stars. Space.

And her CMR is fucked up too, because no matter how she tries to reach Alec — either Alec — she can't do it. Which probably means he's not here... which means, as if it wasn't obvious, that she's not where she was. She doesn't remember time traveling to the future, especially since she just traveled back to the recent past a couple weeks ago, thanks to Catherine.

There had better be a really good explanation for this, and she makes an attempt to get one, turning to the nearest person who looks like they might be even slightly helpful. "Hey. Excuse me? Would you mind telling me what the hell is going on?"

She's more shaken than angry, and definitely doesn't draw her gun on him — either the SIG Sauer or her CPS pistol, both hidden under her coat — which is a point in her favor. But she's blunt, because no one ever really accused Kiera Cameron of pussyfooting around anything, ever.

After she's gotten a general idea of what's happening, and gone to sickbay to get checked out — and had to tell the doctor that, yes, she has a chip in her head and optical implants in her eyes, please don't mess with them — Kiera goes back to the bar. She's decided that after the day she's had — hell, after the week she's had — she could really use a drink.

Of course, she doesn't yet know that most of the drinks served in Ten Forward are nonalcoholic, and that the whiskey she orders won't do a damn thing to get her drunk or even tipsy, but she'll find that out in short order. She steps away from the bar, intending to head over to one of the tables, maybe over by that window so she can at least appreciate the view even if she doesn't appreciate anything else about this place — and nearly backs right into someone. Thankfully her reflexes are what they are — she doesn't even spill a single drop from her glass — but she's immediately mortified and a little annoyed with herself.

"Shit," she says, and a couple seconds later laughs at herself a little, a sound without a whole lot of humor in it. Remembers there's someone there and manages to say, "Sorry. You okay?"

If she's still just a little bit in shock, well, she can't really be blamed for that, can she?