After a little chuckle at his first comment, Eleanor affords him a very dry look.
"I'm not a child. I'm quite capable of cleaning my own face."
She lifts the hem of her tank top (incidentally exposing her stomach and pierced navel, and the lower portion of a bra cup) and scrubs at the approximate area. Unsurprisingly, she does indeed smear the mark around rather than clear it.
"Okay, so. Alternate Jamie it is," she continues obliviously. It doesn't really matter to her, since they didn't formally meet at the party. "I guess the next question is: what the hell are you doing here, on my Earth? And in backwoods Iowa of all places?"
She assumes that's where she still is, as the scenery didn't change for her after the strange flash. She is ostensibly in the same place, on the same road, heading in the same direction.
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"I'm not a child. I'm quite capable of cleaning my own face."
She lifts the hem of her tank top (incidentally exposing her stomach and pierced navel, and the lower portion of a bra cup) and scrubs at the approximate area. Unsurprisingly, she does indeed smear the mark around rather than clear it.
"Okay, so. Alternate Jamie it is," she continues obliviously. It doesn't really matter to her, since they didn't formally meet at the party. "I guess the next question is: what the hell are you doing here, on my Earth? And in backwoods Iowa of all places?"
She assumes that's where she still is, as the scenery didn't change for her after the strange flash. She is ostensibly in the same place, on the same road, heading in the same direction.