Ben grinned at her, holding up the hand that had the Omnitrix attached to his wrist and shook his head. "Nah, actually, it doesn't. This place seems to be dropping off people left and right who don't belong here. Not that out-of-place people stand out anymore. This is LA."
He pointed promptly to a guy walking by on the opposite side of the street, donning bright green hair with pink streaks that was stiled atop his head in spikes of various lengths. "Point in case."
Turning back to her, he held out his hand, suddenly remembering his manners. "I'm Ben, by the way. Ben Tennyson."