Summer put a hand on the dark girl’s shoulder, gently. “We’ll get to that. You’re not where you expected to be. Right now just breathe. Come on, drink a little.” She didn’t have enough pieces to understand the fright just yet, but that was okay. She took the moment to look over her visitor: tall and elegant, the way Summer wanted to be; dark eyes, skin, and hair, with a wide mouth and high forehead.
She made Summer think of Pepper Potts, that kind of ‘power woman’. “What’s your name? Let’s start with that.”
Uhura brought the glass to her lips, allowing herself to take controlled sips, not wanting to choke herself by drinking it too fast. It helped a bit, but she could still feel herself becoming more anxious. “My name—” She inhaled deeply, her eyes lifting up to look at the redheaded woman. “Uhura.” She said gently, her eyes shifting back to the floor below her.
“Uhura. African, right? I’m Summer.” She squeezed once, then knelt so she could look Uhura in the eyes more easily. “It’s going to be okay. Can you tell me what happened, before you got here? What you remember.”