Erin blinked at the odd man. Why would he be cold? The better question would be why<span style="font-style: italic">isn't</span>he cold? She had on a sweatshirt and she was freezing! She watched awkwardly as he seemed to poke at his own body, before he suddenly looked at her. His blue eyes met her own, and she felt a shiver go down her spine. Now that she was so close, the guy was rather creepy, the way he moved and seemed to not comprehend anything fully. Well, she retracted that thought. He seemed kind of disgusted with her when their eyes met. What, had she done something wrong? Maybe he was a germaphobe, and was completely freaked out by other people. But why would someone like him be out during high traffic time, and especially in a park?<br/><br/>When he seemed to squirm away from her, Erin couldn't help but feel just a little offended. What had she really done? Offered him a little help? No, she couldn't take it like that. Really, it was unnatural for her to ever take to heart such a little action as that. Besides, this guy was beyond weird. As she watched him poke his own eye without even a blink or a mild flinch, she started to wonder if he had escaped from some loony bin. Did they still have insane asylums? And was there even one in Chicago that an escapee could actually run all the way to the park from? Okay, now it was time to start considering calling the authorities.<br/><br/>Lost in her own thoughts and completely unaware that she was still staring, she snapped back to reality when he quite suddenly leaned in closer to her, those almost unnaturally blue eyes coming closer to hers than she was expecting. Now it was her turn to shrink away a bit. "Uh, Navy Pier... You know, Chicago," she tacked on for good measure. "You're not from around here, then?" It was a stupid question. Of course he wasn't if he didn't know where he was. But how did he get here, anyway? He seemed pained to ask the question, so maybe he's the type who wandered like he knew where he was going, and only asked for direction when there was know other option.<br/><br/>Carefully, she reached for her phone. This guy had to be clinically insane. And given that, she was suddenly in a very dangerous situation. Everything about him set off warning bells in her head, but somehow she found herself oddly interested by him. Maybe if she could just make the call and not say anything... No, no they would think it was a prank call. The police always wanted a name and a location. The way he seemed focused on her now, there would be no polite way to excuse herself to make such a (possibly insulting) call. So she was stuck. Erin crossed her legs and hugged her back tightly, keeping her distance and forcing herself to look away from the transfixing eyes.