<div align="center"><strong>Janet</strong></div><br/>{{For now, I'm pretending the spell that Oren cast is working for all languages so I can cut down the confusion of this particular scene. Whenever it wears off, we may have to come up with a different solution, just to make it a bit more complicated.  >:)}}<br/><br/>Janet blinked at the woman tapping on her window. "I'm slightly afraid, Oren," she admitted after a few seconds. "These people don't really seem too sound of mind. I'm not so sure it is best to stay here any longer. Maybe I should just go back the way we came."<br/><br/>She looked down at the dashboard at the same time the gas light popped on. They mujst have been driving much longer than she'd realized. The power outage has apparently rattled her nerves more than usual. Having her truck shot up with arrows like something out of "Avatar" didn't help either. With a shaking hand, she turned the car off and rolled her window down about an inch and took a deep calming breath.<br/><br/>"My truck is not a dragon. It is also not an autobot. It's just a truck. It's not going to harm you unless I hit you with it," as soon as the words left her mouth, she found herself debating this particular idea. Apalled with herself, she shook her head and continued, "But I, of course, am not going to hit you. If I were planning to, I would have done so already. Oren," she indicated the man sitting next to her, "and I were on our way to town and have managed to get lost. Please don't hurt my truck anymore," she pleaded. A thought quickly came to mind, "And please don't hurt us either." What if they were robbers? They certaintly didn't look sound enough of mind to afford such a house. There was currently more penis in front of her than she'd ever seen in her life, and they were on women! Not to mention the weird woman in the wings and devil horn outfit.