sry! my basement flooded!
"You're from a whole new planet," Susan said. "I mean it's - it's like a fairy tale, all these people showing up, and some who look ... normal - human - but actually aren't." She didn't know how to explain it to someone who'd come here, the malapropism of New York - her New York - by people who shrugged of getting shot. And had low-level cures on them, not that she knew what a cure was.
"If you're not from here, you're by definition alien. Not that it's a wrong thing, just different. What's a low-level cure?" Might as well trade a question for a question, right?