"I...suppose I am," Belle replied, as if not quite certain of the fact herself. As they made their way to the cafe, she slowly began to regain her focus; perhaps the thought of sitting down and resting gave her temporary strength. She glanced sidelong at Jenny, noting for the first time her strange, revealing clothing. She blushed in maidenly modesty at the very idea of wearing men's trousers and then immediately admonished herself. This was a new world where customs were obviously different from what she was used to. If she was going to stay here for awhile, she'd have to get used to things.

"To be honest, I'm still not entirely convinced this isn't one big fever dream," Belle continued, relieving Jenny of her weight. "The last thing I remember was falling into a ravine in the woods behind my home." Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she gazed ahead. "To think all my daydreaming had any basis in reality..."