Who's this?
Another minute in NewHome, another naked person. Growing slowly accustomed to all the wobbly bits on display, you don't notice this particular naked person until she catches your eye, waves, and shouts "Hey!"
You've never seen her before. You wave politely back, before realising that if she's simply a random crazy naked person waving at you for no reason in particular, waving back could turn out to be a mistake.
She scurries over to you, through the throng of people. "I saw you before," she says when she's within crazystabbing range. "You're the one who fell before I did."
Oh hell, she really is crazy. "The one who fell before you did?" you ask, very politely, hoping that you're not about to receive some sort of crazysermon, or even the previously-feared crazystabbings. Shit, I made eye contact, that means we're married now...
She points upwards. "From the plane? You were talking to that mad woman with the glasses and the red turtleneck?" She gestures briefly to a bruise across her belly. "I landed in the tree, and she made fun of my cellulite?"
Recognition dawns, and the crazyfear subsides a little. "Yeah, I remember. Sorry I didn't recognise you, only I hadn't..." The natural awkwardness of being in a place full of naked people slowly makes itself known. "Um. I hadn't seen your face."
The brunette senses the awkwardness, and hangs her hat upon it. "Only my arse," she says happily.
"Only your arse, yes," you sigh. "Not an ideal way to get acquainted."
"Then let's start again. Hello!" she cries, holding up a hand and waving.
She's kind of infectious. You can't help but grin and play along. "Hello!"
"I'm Jill," she says, holding out her hand.
You take it, and give it as much of a shake as seems polite. " Armok. New in town."
"Hey, me too!" she grins. "So..." she hesitates. "Weird question, but can I buy you a coffee?"
You look at Jill for a moment. She's still naked, still unarmed, and her bandolier is empty. You're about to ask her whether it'd be a better idea to spend her money on equipment, when she catches your eye and her smile, although still present in her lips, seems to die from the eyes up.
"Please talk to me before I go crazy," says Jill, very quietly. "Just a few minutes with someone still as confused as I am, that's all I'm after."
What do you say to that?
Also, I'll just ask the second question right now: If we want to talk to Jill, do we want Jill to be our companion and come with us?