Eddie had been trouble for a long time. He liked to think he had sixth sense for people who might be trouble -- and he was pretty sure the girl giving him some very large, helpless eyes was trouble. But she also seemed to be in trouble, The same kind of trouble that Eddie himself was in. Stuck here in Wherever Land, and no way to get home.
"That would be an awful waste of Snickerdoodles. And afraid not, I was kind of hoping you'd be a local, and could point me towards a place to crash." He took a few steps towards her, holding out his hand. "Eddie. Eddie Dean. Originally from New York."