[ She unfortunately doesn't know what to make of this. It feels like she's gotten high on some kind of fume. Alternate universes? No big deal. Monsters -- or inhuman things, even -- not out to kill her? Now that's a pipe dream. Jill lowers her weapon and ducks her head, looking a little ashamed. She shouldn't judge by appearance but it's hard not to. ]

Listen, I... People don't look like you, where I'm from. What I fight, I guess they're not similar, either. I jumped to conclusions. [ She sheathes the weapon as a sign of peace on her end. ] Tend to stab first and think later in order to survive in a battle, if you know what I mean.

[ Jill shakes her head, keeping her hands at her side as much as she wants to just fight and think later. But that's easy and things are never that easy for her, however much she wishes they might be. ]

'fraid not. I've never heard of a skeksis.