2185 CE. The date makes no sense to him, but he can only fathom that she is far off into the future. It's not completely impossible, but he doesn't remember witnessing anyone so distant.
"1914 A.D.," he murmurs, more thoughtfully to himself than expecting her to contribute.
At her insistence, he picks up the pace and hurries to keep close. Whatever she's doing must draw on significant concentration, so he doesn't pester her with his curiosities or worries. Instead, once they reach the end of the hallway, he's startled slightly by how the door automatically opens, expecting them into the next room.
"It looks like a galley? Or a pub. Nothing seems to be floating in here. I think you're fine to stop what you're doing."
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"1914 A.D.," he murmurs, more thoughtfully to himself than expecting her to contribute.
At her insistence, he picks up the pace and hurries to keep close. Whatever she's doing must draw on significant concentration, so he doesn't pester her with his curiosities or worries. Instead, once they reach the end of the hallway, he's startled slightly by how the door automatically opens, expecting them into the next room.
"It looks like a galley? Or a pub. Nothing seems to be floating in here. I think you're fine to stop what you're doing."