blackbirdsingsalone:
[Odd, that he didn’t seem to know where he was, but stranger things had been known to happen.] Chicago. We are near the Field Museum.
[Who she was was a different question entirely. The comprehensive list of all the things she Was would be long in the telling, and she suspected he would balk at the pricetag attached to such information. Of course, it was more likely he was simply asking for her name.]
I am called Jack, or Jackie if you prefer something more feminine. I have found that humans are often made uncomfortable by things that do not fit within their gender binary. [Implying what, exactly, about herself? We may never know, although the way her facial structure blended both male and female traits was somewhat telling, as were her small breasts and narrow hips.]
Museum? The hell am I doing in Chicago near a museum of all places. (The confused yet curious man took a look around, attempting to see if there was some means of seeing and/or finding what or how the hell he got there.)
I don’t even know what gender binary means, Jack. So nothing to worry about. (It was strange though, the figure before him had much more than meets the eye.) So you know where I came from? Maybe point me in the direction of the nearest airport or something?
