It had been some time since Gwen had blinked and appeared in the middle of L.A, and she was still no less dazed and confused than she had been when she had first arrived. It was good to know that she wasn't alone in the situation, but that didn't really help her with finding money and shelter. Her credit card wasn't going to hold up forever - her only hope was that when she failed to pay the bill, the company would track her down as quickly as they would have if she were in Cardiff. They seemed to be about her only hope of being rescued. Rhys would be going spare, but she doubted he'd think to check the states. In the past.
So, there she was wandering about the streets of L.A, fretting over just about everything and partially wondering if she ought to try and form a Torchwood in this crazy city (or at least see if the local police were hiring) when she spotted a familiar face through a cafe window. That was the first thing to put a smile on her face in a while, and she waved through the window before dashing through the door, narrowly avoiding knocking over another customer as she edged her way toward Martha Jones.
"Hello! You have no idea how glad I am to see you!" she exclaimed once she was close enough to be heard.