The drink Natasha had been sipping on clatters to the ground when the feeling strikes again. She'd forgotten how absolutely wrong it feels to be taken out of yourself and deposited elsewhere.

She blinks rapidly. Staring at her own knees. A sharp inhale. A quick glance upwards.

Vanyel is staring down at her and they share a moment of complete and utter relief before Natasha is straightening up and tucking a hand through her hair. Vanyel did a good job of keeping her looking sharp.

"I've done worse, but let's not do this again." She trusts he'll agree there. Dr. Hill gets a glance now. "Neither one of us is slow enough to need repeat lessons, after all."