"Yes, I'm from Earth," and it takes all of York's self-control programming to keep him from lashing out at her verbally. He is giving her a dumbfounded look, brows furrowed over his unnaturally colored eyes. Not that there was much natural about her, with the cruiser parts that seemed... part of her.

What the absolute hell.

"I'm from NYC, or Detroit, depending on the time frame. Was currently occupying Detroit, 2038 of the USA after moving there from NYC. You haven't seen my parts because you're not from my version of earth where there are fucking androids."

But apparently there were girls with battle accessories. Suddenly York felt pretty fucking normal.