The Gunslinger

She'd been quietly watching him from her perch in the tree, not making a single movement, burnt red hair pulled into a tight french roll, so as not to even whip about in the wind. Her customary black sweatshirt was on her upper body, her lower clad in a pair of black sweatpants, beneath a flowy quilt skirt, tucked beneath her legs to keep it from flying about.

When he woke, she blinked. This person didn't look like someone who belonged in this day and age. He had a feeling of confusion, and unfamiliarity. Wherever this one had fallen asleep, it definately wasn't here, and he definately wasn't where he remembered. "Don't shoot me," the first accented words out of her mouth were the careful warning to the gunslinger, "But maybe I can help you figure out where you are." she remained where she was in the tree, seafoam green eyes looking down at him, as she smiled a friendly smile. She immagined that she looked slightly strange, perched up in the tree like a bird, but she found it comfortable, and she wasn't about to lower her ground until she knew that he was friendly. It was always an advantage to have height over someone in a fight. She almost laughed at herself then. Unless they have guns and you don't.

Loo smiled softly. He used Ma'am in every single sentence addressing her. Normally, she'd be annoyed by it, but something told her that that was a normal thing for him.

"I'm nowhere near Colorado Springs, am I miss?"

Loo couldn't help but stare at Adam in disbelief. If that was where he fell asleep, he was a long way from home. As a matter of fact it took her a moment to snap out of it, and was only pulled from her surprise when his confusion doubled, and she felt it swoosh into her. She blinked herself back into reality, just in time to hear him ask another question.

"And not to be rude maam, but why are you sittin' on a tree limb?"

Luthien laughed then, a pure tinkling sound, deciding to answer his second question first, as she slipped from the tree, landing in a crouched position before him, straightening with a smile, and looking up at him. "Well, to answer your second question, sitting in a tree's quite comfortable," she shifted her weight, placing a hand on her hip as she regarded him with quiet amusement, "And no, you're rather far from Colorado Springs," she paused for a moment, "And please, I'd far rather be called Loo than Ma'am." She didn't bother to say her full name, as it appeared to her that it would simply confuse him more.

Luthien blinked for a moment. "Well, I'm sorry, but I don't know what bushwhacked means, but, you're at Starlight Academy..." she paused, cocking her head slightly to the side as she observed him, much like he was her.

"I'm sorry, Adam, but I'm curious. What year is it?" she asked him, a sincerely questioning look coming onto her face.

She was curious if he was in the wrong century. She didn't think that was possible, but where she came from, people didn't dress like that for no reason at all. She shifted her weight from her left foot to her right, straightening her head.