<em>She gave a snort of a laugh, her nose curling slightly at being called miss, but never the less she stuck out her hand, mischievous smile returning, slowly creeping back into her eyes as well.</em><br/><br/>Hardly. The name's Syk, and you can drop all the formalities.<br/><br/><em>She cast a glance at the portal, wondering if that was such a good idea.</em><br/><br/>He isn't in there mucking about with the fabric of space-time is he?