Dave could question the vagueness of her answer a little more, but he doesn't really know her. There's only so much you can pry before you become an uncomfortable weirdo who pesters strangers about their pasts.

At least she isn't a nun. Or from here.

"Cool. We're both from Earth, then. Only I'm from America, so we might as well be from different planets." He reaches for another shitty jello shot and slams it back, because he wants to look cool and he wants to eat everything. "So, what do you think of being kidnapped and shot back through time and space into porn-town?"