"Uh...what happened, Xi?" Rey twisted around so he could talk to Ximena without looking like a total fool.
"I dunno! What do you think happened? I had to get you outta there before something happened!" Xi pulsed red, a sign that she was not happy. "I can't have you running around getting infatuated willy-nilly! You don't wanna stay in one era, do ya?"
"No...I must have touched her robe or something. Why did I have to appear in her dressing room?" Rey groaned, slamming his palm into his forehead.
"What's going on?" The lady asked, raising her voice.
"One moment, doll." Rey looked back at her, red creeping into his cheeks.
"Well, now that we know how she got here, what are we gonna do with her?" Xi asked, fading to orange.
"You're supposed to be the smart one!"
"And you're not smart?" Xi let out an exasperated sigh. "Let's just send her back to the thirties. Tell her it was a dream."
"No..." Something pulled at Rey's heartstrings. "What about the Great Depression? We could give her a better chance at life."
"Listen, fella, I'm not some lost puppy sitting by a curbside. I got a mind of my own, you know!" The woman rolled her eyes.
"Right. Sorry." Rey turned to face her. "So...uh, you heard that whole conversation. Cool."
She looked confused. "Yes...so...you...time-travel? But that's just a whole lot of hooey!"
"I'm afraid it isn't." Rey said. "I've been from ancient Egypt to the far future, and a lot of places in between. Picked up a few souveniers here and there, too."
"That sounds ducky and all, but I'd rather stay in my own time."
"You do know that you could become homeless in your own time, right?"
"Lay off, mister!"
"No, he's serious." Xi spoke up. The woman screamed.
"What is that?"
"This is Ximena. She gets me places."
"I must be dreaming."
"Now's our chance! Let's take her back!"
"No, Xi! Take your time to decide if you want to join us or potentially be homeless."
The lady was deep in thought for a while, then glared at him.
"You're a manipulative sap, you know that?"
"So yes?" Rey felt kind of wrong for pressuring her, but hoped that she would forgive him eventually.
"Yes." She shot him another poisonous look, then exhaled. "The name's Shirley Warner."
"Rey Escott. Nice to meet you."
"I wish I could say the same."
Ximena turned an uncomfortable shade of purplish-grey. This was going to be a bit rocky.