Okay, just-- just hang on here. First of all, what kind of a name is Kobra? Are you in a gang or something? Your parents couldn't dislike you that much. Secondly, what do you mean you have no subconscious? Freud must be spinning in his grave.
[Not... that she knows who Freud is. Dammit. Maybe they won't catch on. A well-placed hair flip will shake any suspicion, as will an easy smile and--
Oh, screw it. This is an emergency.]
Are you two from New Mexico? Yes, I'm familiar with flora, I--
[She looks around, spinning to get a glimpse of whatever was currently visible. There was the dampness and the smell of the ocean. A lighthouse. Birch trees, aspen? Maybe? ... An oak. Seemingly-empty buildings with no one poking their head out to see what was going on. Strange people... all crowded together.]
Uh... East? East coast. I'm hoping this is still America, because I don't have my passport. Or my--
[Oh thank god. Her purse. She bends down to pick it up, looking at the other two.]
no subject
[Not... that she knows who Freud is. Dammit. Maybe they won't catch on. A well-placed hair flip will shake any suspicion, as will an easy smile and--
Oh, screw it. This is an emergency.]
Are you two from New Mexico? Yes, I'm familiar with flora, I--
[She looks around, spinning to get a glimpse of whatever was currently visible. There was the dampness and the smell of the ocean. A lighthouse. Birch trees, aspen? Maybe? ... An oak. Seemingly-empty buildings with no one poking their head out to see what was going on. Strange people... all crowded together.]
Uh... East? East coast. I'm hoping this is still America, because I don't have my passport. Or my--
[Oh thank god. Her purse. She bends down to pick it up, looking at the other two.]
... What?