She was too familiar, somehow. Too much like someone he already knows (someone he's still hurting over, who he's trying desperately to forget). Someone he shares a face with.

She's just like Stan. It's hard not to see the similarity, impossible not to draw the parallels no matter how hard he tries not to.

She's unkempt and unruly, just like he always was. Wild, and unpredictable, a rebellious spirit fighting against the system. Silver shot hair, just like his should be by now, a messy mass of gray and white that stuck up at the crown of her head.

"Paying for that, cheapo?" She indicates the worthless trinket in his hand with a curt nod, " 'cause if not, buzz off. That's a valuable collector's item, and lots of people would like to have it"

She even sounds like him (he knows that's exactly what Stanley would have said).

"It's a pair of cereal box x-ray goggles" He replies dubiously.

"And?"

"Where'd you even get this?"

She reaches up on tiptoes, snatching it out of his grip.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

He watches her, admittedly intrigued, as she places the glasses across her own face. It'd been ages since he'd seen another human (enough) creature, who could speak and communicate and hold a conversation.

His last destination had been dimension 5, on a planet completely inhabited by giant bugs. This, however unideal as it was, was a vast improvement.

"How'd a human like you end up on the Isles anyway?" She questions gruffly.

He pulls on his coat, turns away with a huff. The last thing he needed to be reminded of was the why (he was trying so hard, to focus on the how: on how he'll escape, on how he'll get back home), of falling outs and shouting matches and hot anger that still makes his fists clench.

"It's a long story" He mutters.

She leans against the counter, staring,

"I've got plenty of time, mister. So spill"

Ford smiles, despite himself. He looks at this woman, with the wild gray hair, and the single gold tooth, and the charismatic smile, and all he sees is his brother.

They were a lot alike.

"Alright. Alright"

He wasn't sure that was a bad thing.

He'd think it over.