Even while the woman in question winced as the feel of glass against her skin hit her, her thoughts were divided. Part was on her current situation, on the desperate wondering of what was happening and why. The other part was worried over where Jeb was. Their room had been completely safe when she had left, with a soft kiss and a soft promise for her actions upon her return.
Now, however, she kept flashing back to that beautiful crystal chandelier.
Oh gods.
She had landed beside another woman, against the wall as the ship had tilted again, and realized who it was. Muse. Not exactly how she had planned to make her introduction to the singer, not in the least.