She reaches out for the Cube. There's a weird sensation - it's different now she knows it's about to happen - and they're not in their room anymore, they're in the middle of the hangar deck.
"Frak," she sighs under her breath. So much for a low key entrance.
It's chaotic, looks like the aftermath of an attack, birds are landing and the Chief is yelling. She breathes in the recycled air with the metallic tang, the smell of tylium and metal, of a charred bird just coming in, and the noise and chaos all around them.
Yeah. This is home. She grins and looks around, seeing all the familiar faces and sights.