Elle winced a little when she was called an unfamiliar name. Some people went all of their lives without encountering a doppelganger. This would have been number two, for Elle. It was no fun, sharing a face, and if this Nikki ever came to Lawrence? Elle would punch her for that alone.
“I hate this.” She scrunched up her nose, speaking more to herself than to the blonde in front of her. It was never much fun to have to be the one to explain the grim truth to the newcomers. “Alright, you’re not going to believe me, but...” Elle gave a small shrug of her shoulders.”
“It’s the end of the world. You were brought here to a universe entirely different from your own because of some kooky magic. I’m not Nikki. I’m Elle. And you would be...?” She tilted her head slightly, waiting for the girl to fill in the blanks.