[This has to be some kind of trick of this world. Different people's faces who are entirely different people...It looks enough like Irene, but the way she carried herself, even the choice of words - it was all very different from the woman she had encountered for a short time. Joan hesitates, taking another momet to still her mind, to calm down, to do something other than ogle.]

Getting home would be nice, but I think everyone here is more or less stuck in the same situation. [Her smile is tight because she's still unsure about who this woman truly is.] I guess the first thing to do is figure out how to get to where I'm supposedly staying.