"Boston. new Hampshire. Chicago." the girl mused. Either she was dreaming - in which case it wouldn't harm to settle in, or this was real. Unbelievable things happened every day. No big. Right? She shoved her knife back into it's sheath again, slipping it into her boot, and sat up with obvious discomfort. "Nngh." Re-hooking her bra, she looked around for her leather jacket, finding it under her and pulling it around her scratched shoulders. A look at Thorne - had he said he was a doctor?
"So if we're stuck here, we don't know when...if...we'll get home, right?" her eyes met his, and she set her jaw. "If that's the case, you'd better save that fer someone who needs it."