Glancing at her hand, Charley reached out and gave it a shake. "Well it's very nice to meet you Evie. I'm glad for the company." It was better than sitting alone and eating alone. That was always kind of sad, if you asked her. So she really was grateful for it. She headed inside with the other girl and got them a table.
It did smell awfully good in there. It just made her more hungry, now that she was smelling everything. And she did like the fact that you could get breakfast no matter when it was.
"I'm a transplant," she confessed. "Though I suppose that's easy to tell from my accent. I'm from England. London to be precise. Well except for that I am about eighty years out of my own time." However she'd been out of her own time period for a while now. It didn't bother her too much. "I'm a time traveler. Or at least I used to be. Where are you from?"