Marie calmed down when I put my hand on her shoulder. I looked up and down her dress, and remembered her eyes. Frowning, I leaned in closer.
"What is that stuff?" I asked, glaring at the gloopy mess. She frowned for a moment, then chuckled quietly. Rolling her eyes, she batted her eyelashes.
"It's called Mascara. All the girls wear it in this time." Time? Time?!
"Whu-what? Time? What time is it?" I asked, getting anxious.
"Ah. Well, you were out for quite a while." She explained, as if she was on trial for murder.
"How long?" I prodded her,
"Just under a thousand years."
"...What?!" I screamed. I wasn't angry. Just surprised; caught off guard. She flinched slightly.
"It's okay. I'm just kinda...Surpri-A thousand years?" I interrupted myself. I shook my head and smiled, "Sorry. It's a lot to take in."
"Tell me about it; it took me a millennia to wake up. I was the first woman alive." She stated proudly. I just stared at her with a blank expression. If my mouth would've moved in the way that I asked it to, it would've said 'What?!'. But my body wasn't connected with my mind at that moment. She stared at me, that same, proud expression on her face.