[ It's not uncommon, even back home, for people's gazes to flick up to her ears before they look at her face, so Blake doesn't say anything about it. She just bites back a sigh and braces herself for the inevitable racism, or progressive overcompensation.

Weirdly enough, neither of those happen? ]

I found mine in the glove compartment, actually.

[ Oh, and-- ]

I'm-- Blake.

[ She falters a little, unsure, but eventually lowers her hand from her sword's hilt. Whoever Rita Mordio is, she doesn't look like she's gearing up to attack. Either she only wants to talk, or she's incredibly good at hiding her intention. Is Blake maybe being a little paranoid? Maybe. When she next speaks, it with an edge of dryness. ]

Well, I've never woken up in a completely different place before. How about you?