[Man, this conversation would've been so much simpler if she'd only had her cutlasses on her. Or at least it would've been easier to endure.]
Yeah, yeah, fine. So.
[She crosses her arms, but pauses as she realizes she's not sure what question she wants to ask first (besides the ones she's already asked, of course).]
Not our universe, huh? How'd I -- or you -- even get here in the first place?
[She still thinks this whole thing is sounding mighty fishy, but it's all she's got to go on at the moment.]
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Yeah, yeah, fine. So.
[She crosses her arms, but pauses as she realizes she's not sure what question she wants to ask first (besides the ones she's already asked, of course).]
Not our universe, huh? How'd I -- or you -- even get here in the first place?
[She still thinks this whole thing is sounding mighty fishy, but it's all she's got to go on at the moment.]