Gordon's eyebrows climb. There's something oddly impressive about that: probably less than twenty-four hours in this strange new world, and she's already flirting with the inhabitants. Also it makes him just a little cognizant of his scruffy nightwear. He hadn't exactly expected visitors... Oh well.

"My story? Basically the same as yours. That's the problem with portals." Gordon comments, leaning against a table and setting his coffee mug aside. "Can't seem to build one that doesn't either shake itself apart, leave you stranded, or lay out the path for an invading army of beings from another world."