"Welcome to the club," April replied, wanting to scoff but coming off uncertain instead. She got it, she did; she'd only been here a few hours herself. Still, grabbing hold of a stranger wasn't exactly the best way to get somebody to help you.

She looked the guy—Isaac—over with a faint frown, pointedly ignoring the way his shirt clung to his abs. It was possible that she was annoyed with herself more than she was him, for letting herself be grabbed.

She sighed, and let it go.

"I'm April. Did you try to get back to where you came from yet?"