Maybe, but who knows how many universes out there also have a Hell’s Kitchen.

[Daisy says, maybe a little too casually. But she’s dealt with multiple universes/worlds for quite a few years now that it’s her normal.]

No, it’s not.

[She’s pissed off, and not just because she was dragged away from her home. That wasn’t new to her, not in the way it was for others her. It’s the fact that she just finished undoing her regret, and she was supposed to be home after being away from years.

Inhaling deeply to try and calm the anger building in her, she turns to look at him again.]

I’m Daisy, by the way. Figure we should know each other’s names if we’re going to be neighbors.

[And being thrown together in whatever challenges they’ll be put into.]