"I just woke up here," she admits. This is, apparently, not a new thing to him, nor to her, in more recent memory. Being torn from one world to the next is not exactly a trend she would like to see more of, especially as she had only just begun to settle into Gabe's building. She had liked him and Johnny; she hopes that they are both all right, though if Gabe is with Johnny then surely an archangel would be enough to keep him safe?

She wishes she had her phone, but she woke up without it.

When something bony and shrieking flips out from a dented husk of a car's disintegrating chassis, Mako skips away from it just as swiftly. It scrambles over the crumbled dirt and asphalt, hands reaching for her ankles until she amputates its arms at the wrists with a swift stroke of her blade.

The noise it makes is inhuman, not unlike the howls of a dying kaiju, and Mako winces.