<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HVPg5Kp.jpg)</div><strong>Jennifer "Timestop" Whitmore</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1dAHDbe-Ihtp5LXYdCWshcEdpxbMowdPXEfeEfGLhbdQ/edit)<br/><br/>And that tore it.  After so long of keeping herself hidden, it was now up to her.  Most of these people would be terrified, or overly curious.  Now she had to step forward.  She focused for a moment, and the jogging suit shimmered against her body as she stepped out of the crowd to face the alien, even as the murmurs of the crowd died down, some staring in awe at her bravery, and others staring in stark terror of what response this would provoke.<br/><br/>"You'll forgive us if we don't necessarily take you at your word.  We have, in our own imaginations, created... stories where those not of this world come here with no intent but to wipe us off the face of this planet."  She held up a hand, palm out, fingers spread wide.  "What assurance can you offer that your words are true, no offense intended by my - by our - distrust."<br/><br/>She gestured slowly with the open hand.  "After all, most of us would take what you wear for battle armor, and assume the worst."