[She just laughs; poor Wilson indeed. Compared to everything else she's spilled lately that hardly seems like something to be embarrassed about. She considers his question for a moment; relieved that she's not forced to spill any secrets about her curse-fueled fancy for a man who wore his face.]

I'm not sure. [Easy to be cavalier about it when you don't have your own. Or, at least, none you've met. Being mistaken for a cheesy sci-fi hero's mother was a little strange, but (Cameron imagines) not nearly as bad as running into yourself out on the street.] I can buy having a lookalike, in another universe. Why they all end up in one place... [She trails off for a moment.] This place thrives on confusion.