[Fiona assumes the girl is younger than her-- based more on the way she acts than her looks-- but old enough to be out of school. So she's in the no man's land between eighteen and twenty-three. Fiona remembers that; it was a pain in the ass.]

Yeah, I heard that can happen. I haven't seen it straight up, though, I'm the only person here I know. From before, I mean; I've met plenty of people since I got here. [She's become hesitant to say 'from my world', though, if only because she's never been outside of Chicago. For all she knows, her and Santana are from the same world, until Santana mentions fucking aliens or some shit. And even then, maybe the aliens just stick to New York. She pulls a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket, and a lighter from her purse. Before she lights up, she pauses for a quick test of compatibility:] D'you mind?