[her mouth twitches a little; rudeness from strangers may be expected in a city, but that doesn't make it welcome. Still, her curiosity prevents her from rolling her eyes at this brat and walking off. Or maybe it's her weird new sixth sense that's making the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
Because that car--small plane? How did it land in the park with all the trees?--it's not normal. (no kidding.) It's not even the way it looks (like something out of a futuristic movie) or the garish paint job.
Her hand itches a little, and she grips the strap of her bag tighter to quash the urge to reach out and touch it. To find out what it's made of. Because she knows it's not ordinary metal. Not that she could explain how, but she knows.
She can't disguise her frown, or the skeptical squint that accompanies it, but she takes a moment to compose the tone of her voice into something more neutral.]
With what? You need directions to the Air and Space Museum?
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Because that car--small plane? How did it land in the park with all the trees?--it's not normal. (no kidding.) It's not even the way it looks (like something out of a futuristic movie) or the garish paint job.
Her hand itches a little, and she grips the strap of her bag tighter to quash the urge to reach out and touch it. To find out what it's made of. Because she knows it's not ordinary metal. Not that she could explain how, but she knows.
She can't disguise her frown, or the skeptical squint that accompanies it, but she takes a moment to compose the tone of her voice into something more neutral.]
With what? You need directions to the Air and Space Museum?