"It's no problem," she said. She reached out to shake his hand, her grip strong and sure. "Clarice Starling. And it's no trouble, really; the newest recruit at the police station does this thing where she waves her hands and metal just moves and melts like she was asking it to." Clarice shook her head, still equally bemused and astonished. "Between that and being told that it's almost thirty years in the future from when I'm from, it's not exactly a shock."
The man and woman, no longer the focus of the conversation, murmured their thanks and edged away, bickering quietly. Clarice watched them go, frowning slightly. "I don't think he's actually going to go to the doctor," she finally said, sighing.