John realized that it was a little girl speaking to him a moment after he heard her voice and he quickly lowered his gun so as not to startle her. He returned the smile, although he wasn't entirely sure the girl was any realer than the dinosaurs or the. . .train was.
He placed both hands at his side, mirroring her movement and returning the smile she gave. "Hello, Primrose," he said, glancing quickly out the window again. "Yeah. I. . .I think I must have."
John moved over now to look more closely out the window. He tapped on the glass first with his hand, then with the barrel of his gun gently. He frowned now and turned back to look at. . .Primrose.
"My name's John," he said, sitting down on the edge of the couch and tugging his comm link out of his ear. "So. . .where exactly is here?"