[The juice box is a dead give away, and the shirt proclaiming a love for a rapper with dollar signs in their name certainly isn't winning points in subtlety, either. He's taller than when she saw him last, or at least, acting as if that were the case. How strange. The likelihood of time shenanigans going on here increases by the minute. A linear minute, at that.]

Murderous aliens. Oh, shit. How will we cope. [She has no idea whatsoever.] Perhaps if I shrink myself further, I'll be able to hide better.

[Except she hasn't actually shrank. Probably should mention that, yes?] Or if I could shrink at all. Which I can't. At least, not since the last time I checked.