Will's first instinct was to wonder what she was? He'd never seen that shade of horns before, they were really quite spectacular. And since she was offering to help instead of trying to eat him, he was guessing she was friendly. At least back home, things that wanted to eat you tended not to be great with manners.

He tossed her a ball. "Thanks. Maybe with the right leverage, we can right the wagon?" At least then they'd have a better place to put them. How much did that wagon weigh? A couple hundred? A couple thousand? He was eying the hair. Dryad? No... Meanwhile, Will was a tall sixteen year old with curly blond hair and a surfer body.

"I'm Will. Are you an abductee or abductor?" No hostility in his voice, just curiosity. Some things, you just got used too.