She hadn't meant to jab him in a sore spot, but she wouldn't apologize for it now that she'd done it. She wanted to be back on her feet, not slung back over his shoulder in such a manner to be carted off. It had gotten her freedom and that had been her goal, though it had been a little too late.
Barda hit the ground in a crouch, automatically going into a defensive position, readying herself for Scott to launch another attack against her even as she recognized that it was unlikely to happen in the first place. But then again, he had dropped her into a tube to the middle of nowhere without warning after half-tackling her into a giant pile of...
It wasn't ash. That was her first thought as she hit the ground. That he'd taken her close to one of the giant firepits - like those in Apokolips - enough that they were in the middle of a giant mess of it. But that was wrong. It was cold. Very cold. And really pretty. That was the part that surprised her the most. Was all that white - no buildings or jagged structures marring her view. It was all wide, open, and made her pulse race with the unknown factor alone.
Barda was monetarily at a loss for words as she blinked at the scene around her. With no basis for comparison, she had no idea that this was not normal weather for Earth. Or what this was at all. The warrior rose back to her feet, weapon still in hand and the first flicker of uncertainty on her features before it was shuttered back.