Ellie stood there, just staring at him. She couldn’t even form words right. This was insane! How did she get here? Why was she here? She cleared her throat, taking in a deep breath. “I um…W-Well…yeah, sort of…I mean…” Okay, yeah, talking wasn’t quite working yet.
“Do you know how to get back to New York from here?” She finally could speak fully. She spoke slowly however, one reason to get her full point across, and another reason because she was in a lot of pain from a recent headache that formed.
Her gaze made the profiler uncomfortable, though he says nothing against it. She stutters as if trying to find the right words to say and his eyesbrows lift as he waits. The confusion in her eyes is evident as she takes in her surroundings, as if she has no idea how she ended up in the lecture hall. He wonders idly to himself if she’s intoxicated.
{ Ah, yes }
that T H I N G you do
“Possible methods of transportation are by train, air, or car.” His answer to her question is brief – almost sarcastic. “I’m sure if you check online you can find all thedeparture times.”