Jane has not enjoyed her stay in this new world so far. Apart from the kindness of Miss Pollard, it has been a continuous onslaught of things hostile, strange, and too remarkable to comprehend. She has kept to the park, finding the Base an altogether undesirable place to stay, and this sprawl of nature being the most like her old world, though too crowded and too hot; her woolen cloak she has taken to carrying with her, unwilling to leave it behind in case some circumstance such as this should arise. As heavy as it is, even heavier with the rain, she is glad of it now.
Of course, in her eagerness to find her way back home, it seems she has gotten herself quite lost. What a dreadful bother.
She steps away from the path, crossing instead through the grass, searching for someone who might help her. She has learned that the inhabitants of his city are not inclined to offer much in the way of assistance; she would be lucky to find a fellow sufferer of this 'Rift' Miss Pollard and the so-called Rebels told her about. She has been told many of them do frequent the park, so it seems a good place to search. At the very least, the sight of a young lady dressed for the rain is a fair one indeed. She does not look to be in any kind of hurry.
"I do apologize," she says as she comes forward - it startles her to note that the young woman seems to be engaging with a squirrel, but she's already announced herself, it would not do to back away now. "I seem to have led myself astray. I am trying to return to the-" she closes her eyes briefly, remembering the address she keeps in her head, "-the corner of 59 and Central Park West. Columbus Circle, they call it. Would you be able to point me in the right direction?"
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Of course, in her eagerness to find her way back home, it seems she has gotten herself quite lost. What a dreadful bother.
She steps away from the path, crossing instead through the grass, searching for someone who might help her. She has learned that the inhabitants of his city are not inclined to offer much in the way of assistance; she would be lucky to find a fellow sufferer of this 'Rift' Miss Pollard and the so-called Rebels told her about. She has been told many of them do frequent the park, so it seems a good place to search. At the very least, the sight of a young lady dressed for the rain is a fair one indeed. She does not look to be in any kind of hurry.
"I do apologize," she says as she comes forward - it startles her to note that the young woman seems to be engaging with a squirrel, but she's already announced herself, it would not do to back away now. "I seem to have led myself astray. I am trying to return to the-" she closes her eyes briefly, remembering the address she keeps in her head, "-the corner of 59 and Central Park West. Columbus Circle, they call it. Would you be able to point me in the right direction?"