Allana smiled slightly as she watched Connor mull it all over. For all that he seemed about as high-strung as some of the smaller earth lapdogs she could tell he was also capable of intense concentration. Only, it seemed, that concentration was rather selectively applied. Which is pretty much what Grandma used to say about me, she realized, remembering several lessons that had only been rescued from a descent into pre-adolescent anarchy by the sudden introduction into the curriculum of a lecture on the planet-of-study’s more dangerous forest animals. So maybe I shouldn’t get to feeling superior just yet, she reminded herself, her smile turning wry.
Then, rather abruptly, she had a torrent of Star Wars information and enthusiasm, the like of which she had never experienced, even when she and Cade had taken their Beatdown Tour of Star Wars Fandom, unleashed upon her. Then again, there wasn’t so much time for talking during that. It was pretty much—open door, start to explain why we’re there, and then sigh as Cade kicked them in the head. She looked sideways at Connor who was practically glowing as he enumerated the wonders and products of the Star Wars extended universe. Right, so, note to self: Connor and Cade should probably never meet.
“Ah, yes,” she said when he’d trailed off, “so, like I was saying, some people here are fictional in their own realities. None of us knew about that when we got here though, and then plugging our names into search engines was…slightly traumatic. So you might want to just, you know, check around carefully with your own name to see if you’re fictional here. Which is also sort of, um, preparation for introductions. I’m Allana Solo, nice to meet you?” She held out a hand to shake and gave Connor a slightly tentative smile, unsure if she was more worried about an outpouring of fanaticism or this being what finally pushed him over the edge into disbelief and running off away from the crazy girl.