Jak didn't say anything for a long time, watching Daisuke as he spoke. She tried to figure out the best way to phrase what to say next. [b]"Sir. That's not at all funny, what would your younger brother say if he saw you running around in your shorts and claiming to be him?"[/b] she moved to her bag, carefully watching him the whole time. Clearly this person wasn't right in the head. Then she heard the bag drop and something clank inside. She brushed it off, it was probably some kind of toy, judging by the purple she saw.

She began to back away, still facing him. Well... maybe leaving him alone wasn't the best option. What he wandered off and got himself hurt? She grimaced at the thought, but she had to do it. It was the right thing to do. She couldn't believe she was going to ask this...[b] "If you really are Daisuke from ten years in the future, why visit me? It's not like we're friends or anything yet. I just met him this morning."[/b] was she really playing into this sicko's hands? For all she knew, he could have been waiting for this chance. He just needed a gullible victim then... she didn't have to spell out the rest of the story.

Hopefully David would jump in if something happened. He was waiting nearby, she saw. Worst case she was in broad daylight with witnesses. She hadn't known David long, but she assumed that he had some kind of a good heart to him, even if he looked like a prankster. She kept her right foot back, her center of gravity low, and her bag over her shoulder. She felt like a coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment should the situation change. Something was off about this guy, and it was more than he was carrying a bag and just wearing swim trunks.