As she rose from the ground, trembling at the command and the fact that there was a pistol aimed at her, Beth couldn't help but feel shamefully immodest under the weight of the strangers gaze. So much so that she crossed her arms in front of her chest, concealing what the v-neck tshirt did not. Her own eyes travelled the length of the man. Garbed such as he was, in full armor with a heavy sword belted at his side, he looked like an escapee from a Renaissance Faire. This was all just way too weird, and she felt the sensation of vertigo and nausea threatened again.<br/><br/><br/>Sucking in a deep breath that was full of the pungent rotting air, she suppressed a gag until she was certain she could open her mouth without retching. Her head cocked to the side when the stranger spoke. There was a heavy accent to his words that confused her. Since when did people in San Diego talk like British nobility?<br/><br/>Cautiously Beth thought of what she could say that wouldn't make her look like a complete lunatic. Somehow she doubted that telling the man she had been somehow transported here after fiddling with a watch some eccentric relative had left to her, wouldn't go over so well.<br/><br/><br/>"Amnesia." She said, finally. It was as good an excuse as any, and would certainly explain her obvious lack of awareness to her current surroundings. Besides, if she used such words perhaps he would think she was a scholar and not some street walker. "I...I suffer from memory lapses. Just now, I could have sworn I was lying in bed but now..." She lifted her dark gaze to the mans face and batted her lashes to seem innocent and fetching, hoping he would be at least a little affected. "Could you tell me where I am, good sir?"