The second the man began his strange laughter, Darcy caught the sleeve of Jane's shirt, shooting her a warning glance. If this guy was indeed hopping up on meth or whatever it was the locals enjoyed in their spare time, then he would be unpredictable, and his sanity was already questionable.

She only became more suspicious the moment she spoke.

That accent was out of place. His voice was lovely, if tinged with exhaustion, his accent precise and sophisticated. Something she'd expect from a long-time scholar and professor at a prestigious university, not a bedraggled man hanging out on the side of the road.

"You're awfully far from home," she said, unable to stop the rude comment before it popped out.

Jane shook herself free and approached him, which made Darcy straighten up, one hand slipping into her coat pocket to ensure she had her taser with her, nicely recharged and just waiting to make someone dance. Or send them into cardiac arrest. He fairly towered over Jane, tall and thin, dark shadows smudged beneath his eyes giving him an almost feral look.

Before Jane could speak again, Darcy asked the practical question. "Do you even have any money?"

Jane shot her an exasperated look before addressing the man. "We can bring you into town, but it just suffered a..." She hesitated, just as unfamiliar with supernatural goings-on as everyone else, but recovered quickly. "...series of recent renovations, and I don't think there's a hotel. Santa Fe isn't too far away, I suppose..."

"Road trip? Really, Jane? Just call the cops and let them handle it. We have other things to do." Like get her damn iPod back.

"Where are you from?" Jane doggedly focused on the young man, seeking answers.