Marco spins around, half ready to start morphing if need be. He wasn't quite sure what he was expecting - some kind of horrible monster, half of the Yeerk army, Visser Three on the rampage, who knows - but some chick wasn't it.

...Some chick who apparently had a sword, which didn't necessarily mean she was a threat, but certainly wasn't something to dismiss either. He eyed her and the sword warily.

"Well, other than the fact that we're definitely not in Kansas anymore, no. Now who the hell are you? How did you get here?"

[[ooc: excuse me while I shamelessly steal the log title for a joke...]]