Good. A laugh. Laughter wouldn't do anything to alleviate the urges both of them felt now. But perhaps it was going to ease any tension he may have felt about having to accept help from a total stranger.

"Well," she started, "I haven't talked with you much to formulate a full analysis. But I get the feeling you two are basically the same. I can't even imagine what your doppelganger would be like. A biker? A serial killer?"