When she was done oogling her face, her solid form, she dropped her hands, and looked around. Street signs weren't telling her much, but a few signs made references to Kansas, and to Lawrence, so that solved that mystery. But it didn't solve why or how she was here. What was stronger than the Fates pull? The Creator, but He wouldn't want anything with Eve. This obviously had unnatural and maybe even evil stamped all over it. Sighing, she slipped her fingers into her black jeans, snuggling her neck deeper into the fabric of her turtle neck. She wasn't cold, or warm. She was just right, and had a feeling she would always be, no matter where she went.
Eve turned a little as a voice reached her ear, looking to the shorter girl who approached her. Besides the obvious fact that she was missing shoes, and talked in an odd way, Eve got the just of it.
So she wasn't the only one who wasn't supposed to be here. "You got that right, kid." she said, looking back to the street. "Definitely not supposed to be." to be here, to be alive, to be solid. She had no idea what this girl was supposed to be, and she wasn't about to take a peak at what she could either, because that would just be....not right.
Now, who she wanted to hide from, Eve had no idea. "Before who comes back?" she asked, curious. Not that she was really worried about something coming. There wasn't a whole lot that could hurt her these days, and pretty much nothing that could really kill her. She was already dead. Did she know something more about who had brought them here, or what had? She regarded the girl with interest, eyes taking her in. At least she wasn't the only person who didn't seem to belong here.