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Ivanova was fairly certain this wasn't where she'd been a moment ago. The lack of walls and a ceiling, or indeed anything resembling a corridor on a space station, made that pretty obvious. Where she was, that was a different question. Along with how did she get there, and whose fault it was that she wasn't on Babylon 5.
"Garibaldi!" Her first instinct was to blame the former head of security, even though she couldn't see him. This was, if a little more elaborate than usual, the sort of joke he'd play. "You're a dead man!" Him, or whoever had brought her here.
She scowled, straightening her uniform jacket before starting to search for some sign of life. And possibly someplace that sold vodka while she was at it, though that wasn't a priority. Getting back to the station before the whole place went straight to hell... oh, who was she kidding? The place had probably done just that the moment she was taken off the station, if not before.
"Garibaldi!" Her first instinct was to blame the former head of security, even though she couldn't see him. This was, if a little more elaborate than usual, the sort of joke he'd play. "You're a dead man!" Him, or whoever had brought her here.
She scowled, straightening her uniform jacket before starting to search for some sign of life. And possibly someplace that sold vodka while she was at it, though that wasn't a priority. Getting back to the station before the whole place went straight to hell... oh, who was she kidding? The place had probably done just that the moment she was taken off the station, if not before.