Mina glanced down at her arm. "Nasty encounter with a less than gentlemanly gentleman," she replied. Her standard response. And it was a truth. As long as one accepted lies of omission. It wasn't as though she was about to out and out tell a stranger that she'd been condemned to death for piracy in the 1700s.

Which reminded her.

"What year do you think it is?" she asked, walking over and pulling out a chair across from him.