This had to be a dream. A dream that felt extremely realistic and had some attractive but crazy guy in it.
Lois looked the man over once. Well, she supposed attractive but crazy was sort of her type. All the same, she was still dealing with that pressing urgency of getting to the rally on time. She could talk herself into thinking this was a dream all she wanted, but that didn't make her desire to meet the deadline and put a smile on her subconscious' manifestation of an editor any less.
"Yeah, back home I have a car, but I'm pretty sure it didn't transplant itself to crazy dreamland with me. And walking when you're already running late is just stupid. The rally's supposed to be on 19th Street. This is 102nd."
So, she might have been in a bit of a snippy mood. That running late, unprepared feeling would do that to her.