The fact that Connor made no response to her joke put Kimberly in her place. Abort mission. She really was just in the friend zone. Taking a step back, Kimberly tucked her hair behind her ears and crossed her arms to hug herself, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment as she gave him an incredulous look. "Really, Connor?" she asked when he proclaimed that she'd think he was crazy. "I'd think you were crazy? I, of all people, am the last one to think somebody's crazy these days," she replied.
Though, he went on to start to answer, cryptically, anyway. So, Kimberly arched an eyebrow. "The alien stuff?" she asked. "Yeah, I've heard of Area 51 or whatever, if that's what you mean... You work with aliens?" she asked. That did sound a little crazy, but to put things in perspective, so did being eaten alive by a wood chipper and showing up in one piece in a whole different city, state, and year. Kimberly wasn't going to judge, by any means. Not these days.
Kimberly went back to chewing her bottom lip. She'd asked him questions, but she wasn't entirely paying attention anymore. I'm over dressed, she was thinking, I'm barking up the wrong tree and I'm wasting my time...anyway, why am I looking for a companion, anyway? So there'll be someone to mourn me when I finally die for the last time? Not cool, Kimberly, not cool.