arrival — say hello to gender/race/age-bent sean spencer
[On the upside, it is a hell of a lot easier convincing people you have psychic powers when you're in a weird situation where anything is literally possible.
On the down side, Shauna's in an underwater inter-dimensional prison. All things considered, there are a lot worse prisons she could be in, but prison is prison. And if there are any real psychics about, they'll catch onto her right quick. (The idea of just ... not lying hasn't occurred to her. It's always been easier for people to believe she's psychic than a real life Sherlock Holmes.)
So she needs to build up a reputation here, starting with a gullible target. She settles quickly on a new arrival — tall, gawky, clearly lost. Judging by his height, race and demeanor, he's most likely an American (assuming he's from a planet like hers at all). Probably in his early thirties. He looks like an Adam, maybe — that was a popular name in the early 80s. She wishes there was something on his person that would help her narrow down his name, but that prison orange tells her very little.
Oh well, she'll make it work. She calls out names — Adam. Michael. Scott. Josh. — loud enough for him to hear, but not enough for him to notice — not until she hits on his real name. (One of the beautiful things about the human brain, how it filters out most noise unless it catches something familiar.)]