[In the end, her plan worked. She hadn't wanted to just ask how old he was, because that would be weird. Weirder, even.
And she can't help but snort laugh at the phrasing.]
I know what I look like. [And she's willing to bet that's what kept Strade from doing anything more than leaving her tied up in the dark for hours, not that she's complaining.]
He said he doesn't know how I got here, and I don't remember coming here. So...?
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And she can't help but snort laugh at the phrasing.]
I know what I look like. [And she's willing to bet that's what kept Strade from doing anything more than leaving her tied up in the dark for hours, not that she's complaining.]
He said he doesn't know how I got here, and I don't remember coming here. So...?