At the very least, the Doctor seemed chipper and friendly. The. Doctor. No last name given. Eleni did her best not to ask for further information. She knew from spending her life around superheroes that sometimes people had pseudonyms for a reason. If this doctor wanted to protect his real name, that was his business.
The other woman didn't offer her name or say anything, which was a little unsettling.
"Well, that's reassuring," Eleni said, in response to the negative answers about the other two not remembering anything.
The only saving grace was that she had finally spotted everyone she might have worried about in the diner. So that was something.
She reached up and touched her hair, trying not to let her fingers linger too long on the curls that she was certain she hadn't had when she'd gone to sleep. Had they been out long enough for the aliens to put hot rollers in her hair? Or did they have the powers to simply twitch their noses and change everyone's clothing and hairstyles? Which was worse?
Maybe shew as better off not getting to the bottom of that particular mystery, even if Eleni would have given just about anything to learn more about the creatures. She was a scientist before all else, which meant that her brain was already cataloging the few tidbits that had been learned.
"I suppose we at least know what decade this is supposed to be," she said with a gesture to her clothing. "The black and white makes it seem like it's just someone's hazy idealized view of what they've seen in old movies though."
She frowned, wondering if the aliens had created this world or illusion for them or if the world had existed and they'd just been plopped in to it.