Rhiannon did what she did best in these kind of situations..remained quiet and took it all in. There was a heightened sense of..something...not panic..not fear..but she could tell there was tension and concern on the other senior officer's face. Hell she was good at that kinda thing..body and facial cues.<br/><br/>This meant she would need to be ready at any point should one approach to speak to her. Putting up all her own mental walls to forget about all the bullshit she had stored and her own baggage, Rhiannon waited to hear more. The concept of being pulled into another time was a frightening one.  Fear, panic, isolation...that could mess with a person's mental well being. Even the thought of it could wreck some havoc.<br/><br/>Steepeling her fingers, Rhiannon sat back in her chair and listened more.