"I don't know," Lorna replied, hands on her hips as she surveyed the room. She had the paint and rollers and brushes, now the tarps and plastic just needed to be put down. So she busied herself with that, brushing by Logan and - weird. Very weird. She felt it too, what 'it' was she wasn't sure, but something in the marrow of his bones made her want to put her hands on him.
Except that would be highly frowned upon and inappropriate!
"I just ended up here and there are a few of us here who are from the future too, but no one knows why. So you're from Canada?" She asked as she got caught in the tarp and wrestled in it. Oh guh, how awkward! "Do you like bacon and hockey and syrup?"