Twenty third century. Twenty third century. She keeps running over it in her head in disbelief, as if it'll change things. That's four centuries she has to catch up on, four centuries and an untold amount of life and death to consider. How old does it make her, she wonders, and then immediately discards the thought as the number is too much to be reasonable.

The question comes out of nowhere, and she initially assumes it's meant for someone else, but there's no one else close enough...Turning to the girl, she keeps her expression composed. No need to look all out of sorts.

"I haven't given it much thought yet, to be quite truthful. I'm not even sure where I should start."