[but then his senses kick in and John scrambles back on pure instinct, would have probably gone right into the street if he hadn't run into one of the steel rubbish bins blocking the way]
Christ
Who--
Who are--
I know that face. [pointing a shaking finger at her] Like a gremlin. Eyes as big as dinner plates. Slightly too stubby nose.
Who the hell are you?
[it has to be someone attached to some repressed memory or some horseshit like that because he feels like he's having a double heart attack]
no subject
[but then his senses kick in and John scrambles back on pure instinct, would have probably gone right into the street if he hadn't run into one of the steel rubbish bins blocking the way]
Christ
Who--
Who are--
I know that face. [pointing a shaking finger at her] Like a gremlin. Eyes as big as dinner plates. Slightly too stubby nose.
Who the hell are you?
[it has to be someone attached to some repressed memory or some horseshit like that because he feels like he's having a double heart attack]