Deep in the preserve, completely unrelated to any recently appearing cracks, there was a hole. As holes in the ground went, it was quite deep and had surprisingly smooth sides, but was otherwise fairly unremarkable, barring a number of teal deer tracks leading up to, but not away from, the edges.

That, and the Mord'Sith currently attempting to haul herself over the aforementioned edges, gloved fingertips scrabbling for purchase in the grass. There was a not-very-muffled yelp below as one boot slipped and she felt it clip a shoulder, but the shove under her other foot added enough momentum for Cara to boost herself up and over the side.

Once Cara had caught her breath, and the crude hide rope looped over her shoulders was secured to a nearby tree instead, it wasn't very long before the other four she'd been been stuck down there with were also out of the hole. She did think the spiky-haired boy throwing his toy at her while the rest of them were pulling him up was uncalled for though. She hadn't meant to kick him. This time.

She'd been about to stalk off with the intention of never spending a moment more than was needed with any of these people ever again, when Jo coughed and cast a significant look down at the makeshift sling handing from Cara's belt. "Can I have my bra back now?"

[OOC: Establishy. My computer is once more amongst the living. Boo yah.]