Annie took the receipt and slipped it into her pocket. Everything felt so strange -- like she was there, but she wasn't. Standing in her own shoes felt foreign and uncomfortable. She'd known people before that she thought might be like her, might be different, but she had never been able to confirm it. Her professional demeanor was slipping. This was all new territory.
"Do you... do you, you know, hurt people?" she asked quietly, not meeting his gaze. It was difficult to fathom, that somehow the funny guy who'd brightened her day could be like the woman in the video.
She paused a moment before adding, "No one else around here knows. About me, I mean. That I'm different."