She trips him up pretty quickly. "I beg your pardon. The-- muggle... world?" It sounds like it should be a word, but what it could possibly mean escapes him despite the number of languages he speaks. And if what she says is true, it must be a word in English. Which is even more befuddling.
The date is an easier question to answer. He shakes his head. "1983. I suppose a decade or so doesn't make much of a difference when we're talking what must be centuries, not to mention lightyears, of difference."
The talk of the portal window definitely piques his interest. "Amos and I were exploring, looking for engineering. He's familiar with living in space." What an absurd thing to say. "We came across a hatch, and he cautioned against trying to force it open, as we had no way of knowing if there was a vacuum or some other danger on the other side." He tilts his head. "What deck was this on?"
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The date is an easier question to answer. He shakes his head. "1983. I suppose a decade or so doesn't make much of a difference when we're talking what must be centuries, not to mention lightyears, of difference."
The talk of the portal window definitely piques his interest. "Amos and I were exploring, looking for engineering. He's familiar with living in space." What an absurd thing to say. "We came across a hatch, and he cautioned against trying to force it open, as we had no way of knowing if there was a vacuum or some other danger on the other side." He tilts his head. "What deck was this on?"