"Yes, I am," she said, looking around. The people were dressed so strangely, and some of the women wore pants, and some of them showed an inappropriate amount of skin. Or it would have been in her time. "Where would I find garments appropriate for this place and time?"
When Amy looked into her up, she saw a face. It was a man's face. He had dark hair and a scar down the side of his face. When she blinked at him, the face was gone.