[b]Rebekah Cross[/b]

All things considered, Rebekah reacted to her sudden change of locale with sense and composure. She jolted at the sudden contact with her shoulder, started to turn to fix the culprit with an icy stare, and came face to face with a cake. Admittedly a delicious looking cake, but there was one very important trait of said cake; it had not been there a moment ago. Another second’s thought proved that she was wrong; the cake [i]had[/i] been there. She hadn’t been.

The kitchen was a new setting, and given the immediacy of the change, it had not been through natural means. Without any sound of an incantation, her kidnapper being a mage was unlikely. So Esper.  Which, unfortunately, meant replicating the feat wasn’t within the scope of her abilities. What her abductor said, as well as what Karasawa said, registered. But only dimly. Background input.

In contrast to Karasawa’s hotblooded anger, the way she pulled her cards from their pocket was cool and measured. She cut the deck a single time, resting her first two fingers against the back of the top card, and pivoted to face the teleporter.

“I’m afraid,” The Brit began in a tone like ice. “That I will need to ask you to return us to our previous location. Now.”