I see you looking at me. Do I remind you of someone? This bus as you call it, very convenient. Why keep staring? Do I look out of place? I haven’t been able to exchange my lira for American money yet, so my appearance is less than modern.
Shall I tell you my story? After Leo painted my portrait, he smuggled me out of Italy to France where we had an “arrangement”. My husband was planning on selling me as a slave and Leo saved me. How am I here? Leo’s friend, a fellow inventor, was experimenting with the concept of time travel. I wanted to get away, anywhere from my husband, so I asked to be the first to try it. Unfortunately I was transported to the future for three centuries, and here I am.
I seem to be receiving many strange looks but do not know why.