Yeah, that wasn't that reassuring. It was... oddly specific. And the way the guy talked, he just seemed... off.
Fray's eyebrows furrowed, and she crossed her arms.
"Yeah..." she said, drawing the word out.
But if the Hellmouth or the Gates or whatever Harry'd called 'em had grabbed her up from somewhere else, couldn't they have done that to this guy, too? Maybe that was the problem.
"D'you have a place to go here? Or are you from... y'know. Somewhere else?"