She kept her eyes closed. She tries to make the pink tints go away yet she could not do so. "Somewhat....yes. It is big. Considering what time period this is." she says softly. Her voice never going above a whisper. "Yes. Shy. And I've seen a man no more naked than shirtless." she says. Her voice lightly stammering and her cheeks turned a darker pink hue. She shakes her head. "One...that would make me turn red. Two...it isn't polite to stare expecially since your bathing." she points out. "Three...you deserve your privacy which I've already invaded enough by coming in. So that this conversation wasn't being heard through more walls than necessary." She nods her head. "Yes. It is. I hope you won't hate me...when I tell you my secret. As it is part of the story of how I ended up in the desert without a horse." she bites her lower lip. "........"<br/><br/>She pauses again and then starts. "I'm not from this time period. I'm from modern days. Year 2020." she hesitates. "I lived on a reserve near the old train tracks that follow the river. I was walking along the tracks near a cliff that hangs over the riverside. The train was speeding and hit some old dynamite and the explosion sent me over the edge of the cliff. Down into the river. When I swam to the surface of the river...I was in a desert and the river was bigger." she pauses. "I had just climbed out when I saw you and your horse riding in my direction. So I went towards you. Thinking maybe you could tell me where I was. I didn't see the reserve so that alone was strange." She bites her lip. "The only explanation I can think of was the train crash and explosion sent me hurtling backwards through time."<br/><br/>She sighs a bit. "I've always dreamed of the wild west. Always wanted to be here. In this era. I never really fit in...in the future to you. In modern days...I was a misfit. I am not a pale skin. I just have a skin defect which makes my skin color much paler than it should be." she bites her lip. "I'm a native american...not a pale skin." she whispers. "I can speak and understand any native american language. Mainly Cherokee. And well...I had my dad who taught me to shoot guns since I loved them so much. I was his only child." she has tears trailing down her cheeks. And her voice is quivering. "Please...don't hate me Jake....my full name is Lilika. In pale man's tongue. I had enough being hated in my own time. I didn't...fit in." she says sadly. Tears hitting the floor.