He blinks for a moment at her question, furrowed his brows, and quickly stands up and walks to the nearest window, looking out. "The stars..." His eyes dart across the night's sky. A hand is raised as he traces a finger along what constellations he could spot, and he closes his eyes for a moment.
"It's distorted. Time is distorted here." Opening his eyes back up, he looks at the dimly lit kitchen, "This kitchen looks like it dates to the 1980s or even earlier, however, these communicators don't fall into place for that, nor does that camera." He nods to the one on the wall.
"The exact date, I don't know. But time..." And he half laughs, "It's all wibbly-wobbly, but even moreso here."
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He blinks for a moment at her question, furrowed his brows, and quickly stands up and walks to the nearest window, looking out. "The stars..." His eyes dart across the night's sky. A hand is raised as he traces a finger along what constellations he could spot, and he closes his eyes for a moment.
"It's distorted. Time is distorted here." Opening his eyes back up, he looks at the dimly lit kitchen, "This kitchen looks like it dates to the 1980s or even earlier, however, these communicators don't fall into place for that, nor does that camera." He nods to the one on the wall.
"The exact date, I don't know. But time..." And he half laughs, "It's all wibbly-wobbly, but even moreso here."