With an expression of mixed incredulity and disappointment Cheyanne watches as her companions step out of the swamp, into the light, and introduce themselves. Then she shrugs and walks out of the muck, shaking off the water and mud as she does. "Cheyanne," she says by way of introduction, bowing at the waste and doing what she can to dry off. "Can you tell us where we are? And in which plane?"