It's kind of hard to say where they exited from. That's the way magic and a good handwave works.

Hannah takes his hand, looking around curiously.

This is . . . different. Really very different. Port Royal doesn't look, or sound, or smell like Southern California.

(She's wondering, too, how on Earth women managed to move or breath in these days, the clothes she's currently wearing not seen in her own day outside of costume dramas.)