This is new... (open)
She'd just cracked something of a joke to Jo, though she'd also meant it a little bit. If her roommate had given her the go ahead, there was high possibility that Betsy would have done just what she'd offered. Her temper was hair trigger enough on a good day, but when she was abducted by aliens, it was a whole new level of fucked. Jo had said something about not doing it, though, and then a guy had joined their little group.
But she wasn't in that house anymore.
Right away, Betsy recognized it as a diner. One of those really old school ones, back when diners were just hitting their stride. Except, she got the feeling it wasn't just a reproduction. The people who were filling up tables and booths - those that weren't the people she'd been at a meeting with - weren't greasers and rockabilly kids. They were wearing actual 1940s style clothing, not merely modernized versions.
Glancing at herself, Betsy saw that she was also wearing the style. She took a moment to appreciate the dress she was in. It was very cute. It hugged her curves nicely, but not in a trampy way. Her shoes were stylish and comfortable. The one thing that was a little bothersome was that everything was in black and white. Betsy would have liked to know if she was at least wearing a color that suited her.
Luckily, the suddenness of the change and new surroundings hadn't triggered her panic, and she felt no overwhelming elephantine transformation coming on. She supposed that being moved around without her say so was old hat after the first time it happened. Or second, technically.
"Well." She said, looking around. "Could be worse."