JJ blinked in disbelief at Sasha. "Uh - what?" she managed eloquently, her bewilderment written on her face as she stepped back a pace, putting some space between herself and this invasive, indecently dressed stranger. Even her<em>nipples</em>were showing -<em>pierced</em>nipples! And tattoos! Who did this woman think she was, a go-go dancer?<br/><br/>"And, um, what do you do here?" JJ asked, feeling as though her life had taken a sudden turn for the surreal. She shot Zackery a fierce glare as he spoke - he had been the first bizarre event today; irrationally, she held him responsible for this too.