She shrugs with both shoulders, defeated. "Who knows! And even so, of whom? He is a difficult man to understand on a good day, and I admit we've mostly butted heads - so I am giving him a wide berth."

She should tell him some practical things, pragmatic. "I've noticed from people who have come and gone that it is possible that your...present? Won't coincide with theirs, if that makes sense. If time is a river, then we tend to be brought in from different spots along its course."

Not that she would know, having not met anyone from her world since...Lily? When was that? Why does thinking about it make her head hurt?