Lizzy's eyes widened when the side of the - whatever it was opened up and a man in very curious clothing got out. Where were his boots? And his trousers, what on earth were they made of? At least he wasn't one of the sorry stricken, then again what if he was a performer of the dark arts.
Play nice, Lizzy told herself. He may be a friend, not a foe.
"Yes," Lizzy nodded. "Forgive me, can you tell me where I am? And how it is I came to be here?"