To be fair, Dana hadn't been watching where she was going, either. She had determinedly kept her eyes on the ground in front of her, hoping that not looking up would make everything somehow morph back into Gotham, and preoccupied with conceiving a plan to get back home, if this actually was real.
Being in a strange place and not knowing why or how she was there, it was needless to say that Dana was not in the best mood. Of course, being rammed into on the sidewalk didn't help at all. Really, she could have imagined more polite people, if she was going to create a metropolitan city inside her head. But, that wasn't what bothered her most right now; what bothered her was that she knew that voice. Though worried of what she may find if she looked up, her curiosity got the best of her, and she did it anyway. Dana was glad she did, because she had never been more relieved in her life. She was happy to see a familiar face, even happier that it was Terry.
Without even stopping to consider that this could all go horribly wrong, Dana threw her arms around Terry's neck, because, quite honestly, she had never been more excited to see anyone before in her life. "Oh, thank god you're here," she said in huffs that sounded like both laughter and despair, thanking God, her subconscious, or whoever else had dropped him in front of her, because if Terry was here, wherever here was, it wouldn't be all that bad.