Ness would have pointed out that she was neither a chick, nor a stalker, nor crazy. Though she was pissed off at having been disturbed when she had found a nice, warm spot to rest until she felt like finding her way along again. It was not a free resting place as it turned out to be owned by the god-thingy who wanted to barbecue her back in NYC.
The Loch Ness Monster lifted her serpentine head and stared dully at Phobos, when was he ever going to stop yelling? All she wanted was her green papaya salad, dammit. Seeing as he was not going to be quiet, she slid along, then waited feeling her body twist and turn back into a human shape before answering him.
Scrunching her nose, Ness shook her head. "I'm cold." Of course she was, it's not like she had dry clothing, plus the weather, "I'm hungry and tired and lost." Whine. Whine. Whine.