The steps from where she is to the direction he is are slightly faster than they should be, but it feels almost slower than it needs to be. Except. Except it seems wrong. Everything seems wrong. The way he's sitting there. The way he looks. Cold creeping down her spine. Ice needles pricking at her heart. Every alarm a concern. Wrong. Something is so very wrong, on top of waking up in the wrong world. Again.

"What is all this?" Everything. This place. It's the right question, but it's wrong, too.
It gets trampled for the thing that can't wait it's turn. "Are you alright? You look--"

Kara floundered for something that didn't like an insult or a judgment. But a mess.
He looked terrible. Horrible. It was almost worse to see than the jumbled city wreck.