"Weird fuckin' stuff is not all that unusual for me, either. There's a couple aliens in Delaware, and a Martian who pops up everywheres. I dated a man who had a genetic mutation that made him look crocodilian. That didn't end well for anyone... because he wasn't faithful, not because he was scaly."

Mary sighs, taps her fingers on the bar-top, and then... blinks in the face of being pointed at. "Oh," she says after his question. "I'm from Newark, New Jersey originally. United States. I lived in Gotham City, also in New Jersey, before I... arrived here. It was... the year 2000 when I...died."

She keeps hesitating when bringing up death, and she knows it -- she's nervous about being called out for it.