Erin looked blankly at the man. Not... particularly? It didn't seem like quite the right response to the question. She was expecting something along the lines of a yes or no, maybe even an "I don't know". But "not particularly"? It was really odd. Her hand froze part way to her phone. This guy just seemed honestly confused by everything. When she stopped paying attention to the warnings flashing in her head, she realized that there wasn't any sense of him trying to hurt her or even being actually dangerous. He was just another man, who was probably a little mentally unstable, sitting on a park bench.<br/><br/>...Okay, that was a really stupid sounding thought.<br/><br/>At his next question, Erin was taken quite aback. Was he a normal person? Blinking a few times, her mouth open just a crack, she just watched him. What did he think he was? Maybe he was one of those people who thought they were an animal trapped in a human body? That was a real thing, right? Honestly, she kind of wished she knew more about psychology right now, maybe she could actually diagnose this guy with something serious.<br/><br/>But taking the question in all sincerity, she studied him. The dark hair wasn't quite a natural shade, more like he had dyed it dark black. Never had she seen eyes that bold shade of blue before outside the movies. But everything else, all his facial features and body form, was just like everyone else. Yes, he was definitely a normal human, no weird extra appendages or pointed ears or anything. Just... normal. Watching him, she picked out the subtle motions of a headache or migraine. Everything about him just seemed like any other human. So why did she have this feeling like something was off? It was that kind of intuition you feel in your stomach and even down into the core of your bones, but can't quite place in your head.<br/><br/>"I have no idea what I am doing here." Erin snapped back to reality at the words. The way he said them, the slight frustration she sensed in his voice, mixed with confusion and annoyance... She couldn't help it, a small laugh escaped between her closed lips.<br/><br/>"I-I'm sorry. You are definitely just a normal human." Her gentle smile was apologetic, but the amusement still lingered. Not at him, but at herself, for ever thinking that this guy could be anything but just another John Doe on the street. Even if he did talk a little weird, and said some odd things, he behaved just like any other person.