No one should ever start a sentence by stating something would sound completely insane. And then she was saying she was brought here by magic. Oh, Marguerite knew of the Bible. She might not be the most religious of people, but she still knew the stories. Though Revelations was one she had never gotten to, so she wasn't exactly sure what the apocalypse was. Then again, being pulled to America wasn't something that could just be explained. Nor were the fashions she saw on a poster in the park. Or the cars.
At least she was planning to do that. And she had been about to respond to the comment on being nice to meet her when she was told the date. That.... that was impossible. Two hundred and twenty years... How was that...
"Mon dieu...."
Feeling herself sway as it wasn't like she'd eaten anything between stress about her brother, then going to rescue him, then being put in jail and the events leading up to this on top of the news, the red head quickly placed her hand on the nearby tree so that she could slink down weakly, losing all skin pallor. But she had to remain strong. She had to pull herself together. She couldn't just...
But there was so much going on in her mind and heart already. This sort of stress and shock... how else could she respond.