[ Fred just got here, too, and would very much like to NOT be here. But with her work the way it is? She's not so surprised that something like this happened.

She follows the yelling and freezes for a moment when she comes across the kid. That neck collar? That's very not okay. She rushes up to him and bites her lip. ]

Okay, don't know where you came from- or where we are, really, other than some hell dimension Ikea- but I'll try to help you, okay? But we should probably be quiet if there is some evil mastermind, just in case they need to find us to do...things...

[ Fred wears a nice blouse and skirt combination, and she's already broken the modest heels off of her dress shoes. She looks agitated, but it's more worry for the teen in front of her than everything around her. ]

My name's Fred. Who're you?