This was officially strange, she was a bit freaked and Jack had seemed to be enjoying her discomfort.
Maureen looks thoughtful. "So how long have you been Here? What do you do? How do you get by? Isn't it all just a lot strange? I mean how does it all work why you? Why me? Is it a plot to rid the world of dissonant voices?"
She was on a roll. "The authority locking away the artists that tell it like it is. Oh My God! I'm a political prisoner!"