She raises an eyebrow, swallowing all sorts of...unhelpful comments. She looks over at Stone, the look in her eye clear, even to the human. She's convinced the woman's mad...enough that she has no problem turning down the street that will lead them back to the precinct. It's for her own good.<br/><br/>Except...she really can't ignore how the girl looks. She's more than just...well smooth, as she put it. She's exotic. And there were the stories. Little more than internet porn, sick fetishists getting off on pictures. Not something she'd ever understood herself. Of course, Stone probably thinks she's an alien, or some kind of...of...super-villain or something. But what she's talking about is more like that episode of Star Trek, where Captain Kirk and Spock ran into alternate versions of themselves with different colored fur and cropped tails...<br/><br/>Great...now she's believing it herself. Maybe she oughta lock herself up while she's at it. She sighs slightly. "You realize how that sounds, right? I don't know about your world, but we don't have magic. Or...or Space travel or anything." Well she's not totally discounting the woman at least.