"What on earth are you doing?" called a bemused voice from somewhere around the vicinity of roof-height.
All right, so she hadn't meant to be here at all. Megan's post-Limbo, post-infirmary plans had been to 'port back to Wales, visit her grandparents, pretend everything was normal for about a week, and then go back to Utopia and probably do it all again.
Except her teleportation seemed to be a bit off or something, because this was most definitely not Abergylid and she'd been stuck here for a day and a half. She would have been a lot more worried about that, except nobody had tried to kidnap her or kill her yet and she generally liked that in a place. And stares, she could deal with. So she decided to worry about her spotty teleportation later and do some sightseeing now. At a comfortable height, of course; wings were awesome.
"I don't think it's going to fight back," she said, staying well out of reach. Just in case.