Wherever he had just been, with a flash of light and puff of smoke he was now somewhere very very different. Visually it looked, for the most part, like the inside of a rather large and elaborate tent. Very Arabian Nights. The walls were brown and gold fabric and there were silk hangings in a multitude of colors all around dangling from the walls, the ceiling, from other silk hangings. In one part of the area was a huge pile of pillows, each in a different jewel tone colour. The whole thing was a bit opulent. Except it didn't feel like a tent. No breeze, no moving air at all. More like being inside. The floor wasn't carpet over sand under his feet, whatever was under the carpet was much harder, solid. and except in the exact center, the floor slanted slightly, coming down to that center. The center was filled with low chairs that were more tassled cushions than anything else, set up in a circle. There was a faint tang of metal to the scent of the still air.

And then there was one thing that utterly did not fit the rest of the image. Behind where he arrived was a desk. With a computer on it. And a bunch of other tech. A girl was sitting at the computer in a rolling chair that somehow wasn't just rolling towards the center. As he arrived she had been speaking. "And that's a...." and then she spun in the chair to face him before she stood. "No," she said as if arguing with someone. He seemed to be the only someone there with her, however. "Absolutely not."

She crossed her arms, glaring at him. She herself was odd. She looked about sixteen her dark hair streaked with purple and pilled back into a skinny high tail that went to her claves. To either side of her face a fang of hair hung free. She wore harem pants and a leather jacket in gold with a dark purple and gold top. She also wore enough jewelry to sink a small ship. And she looked ticked off.