She hadn't worked out precision in her century wanderings, so instead of landing up as the Roman emperor's wife, say, she'd ended up as an early Christian awaiting feeding to the lions.
Still, practice makes perfect she thought to herself as the Regency rake made his way towards her. Modern day man hadn't come up to her requirements so she thought she'd try her luck 200 years back or so.
“And you are...?” she asked. “Mad, bad and dangerous to know,” he winked.