Victor has grown intellectually fat and happy with the idea that she doesn't die when bad things happen. That's probably why this time (this
one time) she PINpointed without triple-checking her coordinates.
And ended up in the ocean.
In a full suit.
She kicks to stay afloat, kicks hard, but the waves aren't kiddy pool style, and she's very scared in that overwhelmed way that some people get when they're in something so much bigger than they are. She blindly searches for the default button, but instead of the default button, she hit something else (a scrambler? a last-four-digits-switcher?) and thwump. Now she's in an office. Drippingly, soppingly wet, nose burning with salt, and choking. She smells like ocean and wet wool. She is also missing a loafer.