It felt like drifting, like she was both completely aware and half-asleep at the same time. The details sprang up around her, and honestly, it wasn't what she would have expected. An urban setting wasn't what she'd prepared herself for, but the fact that it was something familiar caused her to ease into the experience more fluidly.

Her clothing was also a familiar thing. It was more or less the exact same dress that she'd worn to Lazarus' exhibition, which didn't bring back the best memories, but Martha worked to keep that under control. She didn't know how much her thoughts would influence the scene around them, and the last thing they needed was for a monster to come speeding around the city block.

She stepped over to Blake, drawn to him as if by an invisible string. It took her a few moments to notice, but there was a similar friend following after her, flitting from branch to branch as Martha headed toward Blake, walking with confidence despite her heels.

The statue earned a glance from her before she tilted her head up, taking in all the buildings around this small patch of greenery they'd found themselves in. "So... is this supposed to be a metaphor for something? How's it all work?" She was probably overthinking it, but Martha had a hard time turning her thoughts off. It was what t'ai chi hadn't come easily to her, after all.