<div class="floatright">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYmIyM2NlNjItMGZkNy00YzRiLWE5ODEtNjQ1OGM1MDYxMDE4XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyODA1NjQ0OTY@._V1_SY1000_CR0,0,874,1000_AL_.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Wallace Aiden Burthold-Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313758.msg15185596#msg15185596)<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>British Citizen<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Figuring out his..her situation and following orders<br/><hr/><br/>“Right.. clean up the bloody former Nazi’s mess.” She said as she got up, shakily, and looked around blinking as she took stock of things.<em>No facial scar. No aching joints from falling off the cliff.</em>She blinked as she moved her hand back and forth in front of her face.<em>No impending onset of nearsightedness.</em>She paused to fix her outfit. She was.. basically.. the same size but vastly not the same proportionally she noted as she fixed her pants, belt, and shirt. A wardrobe update was definitely in order, she thought firmly as she tried to move about the apartment.<em>Definitely got center of balance issues.</em><br/><br/>Fishing about in the ruin of a kitchen, she fished out half of a whisk brook and a mostly uncrushed biscuit tin. Moving back into the den, she kept an eye on the other two genderbent folks as she cleaned up and closed the lid on.<br/><br/>“My bet? This is an X-tech Synergistic effect, two devices interacting unpredictably.” She said slipping into ‘boffin’ mode as she took a set and pulled out her pack of cigarettes and looked for her lighter.<em>Which means a way to reverse this is unlikely.</em>She thought to herself as she shook the tin with the broken device. “We going to tie up those two and take them with us?”<br/><br/>“I’m sooo looking forward to the reception this report will get.” She said wryly. “Along with my inevitable return to the doctors, quacks and so on.”