Ophelia's eyes widened and she stared at the...apparition open-mouthed. But she approached carefully, asking "Are you all right?"
She clutched her Godbox in one hand and had her long single braid wound around her other hand. She looked awkward--awkward in her clothes, awkward in the weird shoes she was wearing--just awkward.
She looked, in short, like someone taken completely out of time and place and stuck somewhere completely unfamiliar.
For the second time. She really wanted to go back home to Maine. It might be unfamiliar but at least she wasn't so hot that she felt like burning up.