Joanna's first thought isn't that she's been teleported, but that she's coming to after losing time, like after a head injury. After all, the last thing she remembers is poking around those glowing rifts. She half-expects something to have come of that - like falling in.

But, she doesn't feel bruised. And this isn't rock under her, but a chair. And then everything else - the sudden lights in her face, the glowing screen, the cheer and the suited announcer - all put a rest to that idea.

"I... suppose I'll have to be," she says, forcing a smile as she shifts in her seat so she can jump and run if need be... And then glances around for hints of their surroundings. Thank goodness for all the interviews and encounters with supporters these last few days, getting her ready to be on camera at a moment's notice.

...Admittedly, if they're still on the island, they probably don't work. But it was getting on noon, and there's something about this person's extra eyes that says monster. Cameras don't work when ordinary news crews try recording anything, but who's to say the wizard - or her monsters - can't override that if they feel like it? Certainly not Joanna.

Either way, she's in a mysterious dark place, seemingly with another monster, at the time of day for fighting... and otherwise alone. Better play along, until she gets an idea what's going on.