Number One may be a powerful alien destined to sway the balance of a great war, but she was still a teenage girl. As such, being snuck up upon by an eccentrically dressed old man made her jump. It was a great accomplishment on her part that she didn't let out a yelp. That would have been embarrassing. "He's not?" she asked hesitantly. She was reluctant to engage the man in conversation, in spite of her curiosity. Her CĂȘpan and human schoolteachers throughout the years alike warned her against talking to strangers, especially ones who acted oddly. Instead, she settled for keeping the man in her sights at all times, turning as he moved. He looked ancient. Number One was convinced that if he tried anything against her, she could fend him off as long as he didn't surprise her again.
"Candy?" She said it with some disbelief. "At least you're able to make jokes about sketchy kidnapper vans." She had no idea what he was talking about, but she was not about to accept anything from him. "Thanks, but no thanks," she said, nodding toward his extended hand. "I'm not really a fan of candy corn."
She took another quick look around. The city, as far as her eyes could see, looked just as abandoned as the park. "What happened to this place?" she asked. "Where are we?"