It was, she had concluded, being tossed through universes like a ragdoll that had done it. Magic was strange, and not her ken - but she was still trying to find her equilibrium in this world. Her confidence was there, but it wasn't firing as it should be.

That she kept running headlong into staggeringly skilled and gorgeous women was not helping. Ugh, it felt like being a teenager again, but somehow better and worse at the same time. And of them all, Angela was the most...well. Words were inadequate. Fire made flesh, blades moving like the wrath of gods.

She read the text, heading for the door. She paused next to the hallway mirror, tapping a closed fist against her forehead, taking a few deep breaths. Then frowning at herself and signing.

You've stared down magical monsters and dark wizards. You aren't a girl-crazy teenager anymore. You're doing something nice, being a friend. It's like a thousand degrees out tonight, after all. Suck it up, General.

With a last breath, she opened the door.