She supposed that disappointment at her being someone else was a slight improvement over spending her time with people who'd seen her die and gone on for years after. Emphasis on the slight. Jo looked at Eliot, who still just looked a little abashed.
"It's really okay. This place can screw with your head. Most of the people I know are from years into the future."
She didn't say 'her' future, because really, she didn't have a future beyond the day that she'd been plucked from.
She felt more than a twinge of sympathy at the idea of finding someone who he thought he knew only to have it turn out to be someone else entirely. She was even sorry that she wasn't Kaye Lynn. Just a little bit.
"This is going to sound weird, but can I buy you a drink? I wouldn't mind hearing about this girl that looks like me."