Quite suddenly, there is a flash of bright blue and a shower of bright but harmless sparks in the middle of the gym. When it clears, a woman appears about a foot off of the ground, mid jump or roll or something, and flies a couple of feet before impacting the ground and rolling, pushing herself onto one knee with an irritated noise. With the motion stopped, those in the gym can get a clear look at her. She isn't the tallest (or the shortest), and she isn't particularly heavyset, but it's visible she has a lithe and very much fit build. Her skin is an olive color, going with her wavy, brown hair (which falls to her chin), maroon eyes, and a set of freckles over her nose, which would probably look cute if not for the thoroughly unpleasant expression on her face: bewilderment matched with supreme irritation. The yellow-green jacket over her black jumpsuit has multiple blue crosses on it (making it clear she's some sort of medical personnel), with a radio headset on her ear and some sort of PDA with both outdated style and some very sci-fi looking ports on her belt.
"What the actual hell?" She looks around the room, her expression doubling in ire and confusion. "Piece of junk teleporter, where is i--" She frowns, looks around, and pats at her belt. "It's gone? It disappeared? How does that even work?! Faulty fucking bluespace technology, I swear." There's another pause as the woman takes in the gym for a second time, and all of its various inhabitants. "This... isn't the NSS Leviticus at all. Am I even on a Nanotrasen facility? SolGov facility? How'd I end up all the way over here." She stares at the Big Daddy and Aesford for a moment, getting to her feet "...syndicate? Space Wizard Federation?" She then proceeds to very notably tense up upon suggesting these last two options, her expression now a very wary frown as she looks out over the occupants of the gym, her hand going towards her white, blue-cross-marked bag.