SORRY
"That look, huh?" she asked. "I suppose every new person has that look. It is a lot to take in." Suddenly being thrown into a small town in the middle of Indiana, with no means of escape. All the strange people in town with their strange abilities. How accepting everyone was.
She followed Ellen toward the bar, idly wondering why she was trusting this woman she just met to not lead her astray. "Jet Slootmaekers," she said, in response to being given the woman's name. "Detective for the New York Police Department. Organized Crime division."
She eyed Ellen for a moment. "Army, huh? Stabler, a man I work with, was in the Marines. Cool guy but he can be... intense." She was rather fond of Elliot Stabler, though. She wasnm't about to talk bad about him.