"You know anyone else who looks like me and knows your name?" Carla Jean asks wryly, brow raising. She's sure that's not what it is, of course, that it has to be pretty surprising, when from what she's gathered, time is all screwed up. Regardless, even after a night like the one she's had — or maybe especially — it's easier not to get too sentimental, at least for the moment. Still fairly shaken, she can't guarantee that will remain the case. "Just got here a little while ago."