It's a very confused dirty blonde that finds herself on the far side of the portal. Seriously, what is this place? It looks like a battle's just taken place... people are milling around and starting to rebuild, but really, it's kind of a weird thing to see. She'd thought all of this was behind her already...

She's still in her uniform, at least, which is a good start; she's suddenly glad she'd elected to stick to the male one today, as it'd been cold and the slacks were a little heavier. Here, that meant no rubble would scratch her legs, which was a convenient benefit. Potpourri is... present, having been riding to school on her head, but continuing his plushie impression until instructed otherwise, something she's never been more glad for.

The first thing to do, then, was to see what was going on. Maybe she could help with the reconstruction, or she could head to the local middle school and check in, see if anyone had heard of Kibougahana. She could get directions home and-

-wait. Did... did that newspaper say that a Precure had helped save the city from something? She just stands there for a long moment, looking at the cover articles, before shaking her head and moving on.