She paused at seeing the other woman. Young, average shape. American. There was a hint of an accent, close to Texas or Oklahoma. "I have just arrived here," the chameleon cyborg replied, nodding. "My name is Catherine Weaver. I find myself stranded here. My company is also here somehow." That would do for basics, anyway. "I have learned that there are higher powers that have done this, that it is a sort of conflict. I just do not know who they are, what they are, or specifics about their purpose for bringing me one year in the past. To a city I was living in, except it is not the same."
She paused. "I also wonder if a meeting could be arranged with these higher individuals." That made sense from a corporation owner's point of view. Though somewhere in the back of her machine mind, there was a hunch that it might not be possible. Which led to the conclusion that if that was the case, then go one step down, to the representatives of said higher powers.