[Chrissy's incredibly glad that the intruder is a woman that only looks like a handful of years older than she is. She seems friendly, and that puts Chrissy at ease, a smile forming as she shrugs her shoulders.]

Oh, it's really creepy to have them waiting here for me.

[So kind of off is a good description. Kind of really off, actually. It puts Chrissy on edge, because how can any of this be possible? How is it real?]

Whatever this place is, I think that picture is a sign we can't trust it.

[Which is probably stating the obvious here. But she feels like it needs to be said. She's not a paranoid person in general, or at least she tries not to be. The hairs on the back of her neck are still standing up though. A hand presses back against them to try and get them to stop tingling and making her feel on edge.]