fiestydetective started following you
The redhead had hair like a character from one of those Japanese animated TV shows; the daily effort she must put in is astounding. Cares about her appearance, yet the scuffs in her stockings say she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty, either. Malleable, excited sort of face. Sparkling on her jacket was a detective’s badge, kept carefully pristine, clearly cherished by the owner. She wasn’t the desk-detective sort, apparently. Her arms were held carefully taut, ready to pull a weapon, likely a gun hidden in or under her long jacket. Small scars on her hands and knees, the kind procured from tripping, from running, from losing one’s balance. Nothing like Inspector Lestrade, that was for certain.
“Excuse me, detective. Where exactly are we? I seem to have… lost my way.”
While the fiesty redhead was scouting her surroundings after that rather…interesting dealing with one of the ‘residents’ that apparently made their home in this fog, a voice caught her attention: a civilian asking a question, huh? Well, this guy had probably been the first person she’d met who’d not run away five seconds after seeing her (for some reason, most of the tattered-clothes-wearing folk who looked native to here seemed unwilling to talk), so that was a nice change, very relieving! Not so relieving was the fact he said he had ‘lost his way’ here, too. She couldn’t help thinking to herself, then: “Just like most the other folk I’ve actually managed to say two words to here…”
Her train of thought paused for a while as she tried to make sense of this information, but sadly, there wasn’t enough clues to go on yet! “Argh, this is all so confusing!!” Shaking her head at that sudden exasperated outburst, she sighed and shrugged to the other, saying, “I wish I knew, mister. I’m just as lost as you are, and I have no idea how, exactly, I went from taking a quick nap on-break to finding myself in this dumb old place! I do know, at least, a lot of people seem to be ‘finding’ themselves here in much the same way, which is awfully suspicious if you ask me.”
“It sounds like some kind of conspiracy, but maybe I’m reading too much into this, bluh.”
She felt rather frustrated she couldn’t do her job of ‘helping’ a civilian here, but sadly, it couldn’t be helped. She knew as little as the other right now!