[Two Brigitta posts in a row, what on earth could be wrong?

Well, many things in Brigitta's world, as is evident from her first fumbling step onto the Plane with her sword clutched in her hand, instead of her usual stride she just gapes for a few moments before letting out a extremely loud yelp that almost break into scream territory and half collapsing to the ground, still clinging onto her sword.

She pauses for a moment, staring around her with terrified eyes and then gulps] First back there with that man and now here, Stately Hera, glorious queen of fair Olympos please hear me, please...

[She takes a deep breath and then curls up, resting her chin on her knees and her sword in front of her, she's almost crying] I want to go home, my wedding is in a month, I can't miss it.

[OOC: Experiment start! For a week or so Brigitta will be back to her state of mind at fifteen years old, which means that she won't recognise anybody and will probably be terrified by a fair amount... She'll still stab you though, have fun! :D]

[Look! It's Martha! She's in a set of dark green scrubs with a lab
coat over top, clearly just out of the operating theater. In one hand,
she has a paper cup of coffee. Okay, maybe she was on break.]

[She spins around, confused]

Where am I? I just stepped into that shop during my break to buy a
birthday gift for Mum---

Not the shop! Those two men! They must've been---

Oh, no. Not again. I do not have time for this again. Do you
hear me?? I don't! I've got a life, now!

[throws the cup at the air]

If you've got questions for me, ask them. I won't answer, but you can
ask. And then I want to go home.