Physics was a fickle bitch and, abruptly, Sarah was falling. While upon a sailing ship one grew accustomed to the steady rhythm and soon forgot that they were rapidly rising and falling by as much as ten feet. The ship rolled from crest to trough, up the side of one wave and then down the other. Thus, at any given moment Sarah and Laura were anywhere between standing just a few inches about the floor and several feet above it. When the Danger Room was deactivated without warning that left them standing in mid-air.

Laura landed, as she always did, like a cat. Sarah, thanks to the training, at least landed on her feet even if the landing looked totally awkward. She was, however, going to pretend she didn't hear herself squeal like a little girl.

For some reason the safeties had been disengaged. Sarah wasn't sure why. Normally Danger Room sessions didn't just end they scaled down over several long moments letting the environment adjust. Hills slowly shrank. Buildings sunk into nothingness but allowed those within to walk down the staircases before dissolving. That was to help prevent injuries like what Laura and Sarah had narrowly avoided. Sarah realized she could have broken a leg or worse had she hit wrong. The last thing she wanted was to dislocate a hip. She didn't heal like Laura did.

"What the fu-" Sarah began and then the lights went out, replaced by independent battery powered recessed track lighting. The lighting was dim, meant to persevere for some time before going out. The idea was conserve power, to last days if necessary, until main power was restored. Sarah kicked in her dark vision and her eyes were cloaked in black. Iris and sclera both were a solid glossy ebony. She was uncomfortable with all the darkness and shadows, one of her most dearly held secrets, and with her eyes sheathed in black her vision pierced every shadow, every dark nook and corner of the empty room. Admittedly it was all in grayscale but it was better than nothing.

"What the hell is that all about?" 

Slowly the blonde rose up from her crouch and pressed a hand against her breastbone, feeling her heart hammering. Suddenly being dropped and then ensconced in darkness had triggered a really sweet adrenalin rush. Straightening from the crouch she was in she began to remedy her appearance. Her golden locks were in her face and one of her breasts had slipped free of the skimpy costume again during the sudden fall and with a sigh she began to set it right. Stupid costume. Her sorceress character wasn't supposed to be running around doing athletic things and the costume simply wasn't designed for it.

While making herself presentable, she heard Laura call out Bekka's name.