"No, far from home, and deeply weird," she agrees. "There are a lot of empty stores with full stocks, working fridges, nothing rotten or broken or aged... it's eerie."

She hefts a camper's backpack behind her. "I stocked up on durable foods and tools while I had the chance, and you might want to too."

She puts the bag down again. "...so tell me about your Gate?" she asks, grabbing her own skewer and leaning over the counter.