[ He flexes his jaw, if only because he's been stuck on this for a year without luck and he should be the authority on time travel. But he can admit that he'd been putting it aside to focus on his own abilities for most of that time, and there's a possibility... he needs help.

Hesitatingly, he pulls out a dagger concealed in his waistband and sets it beside her. No need to ask where it came from. The he sniffs and looks back to the dimly lit supplies behind them. ]

I doubt they keep more than rudimentary carpentry tools down here. [ He could ask around, but he doesn't want to leave while she's got that open. And also... he's a little stuck on the first thing she said. ] You ran across a lot of technologically advanced aliens?