<strong>Jessica</strong><br/><br/><br/>Reeling from the oddness of a completely disappeared building Jess' brain is then assaulted by the inexplicably random verbal wanderings of a complete stranger which doesn't help matters even one bit.<br/><br/>She holds on to the cardboard tray of spilled hot beverages as if letting go of it would be letting go of her sanity and takes a pointed step away from the gent. Attractive? Yes.. But even good looks get ruined by mental instability and that unpleasant once-over business. She shifts her free arm across her chest as if it would do anything to protect her modesty from the man's gaze, her posture one screaming line of 'I don't feel safe'.<br/><br/>Finally, entirely against her sensibility, her curiousity gets the better of her. "I'm sorry, but what??"<br/>