Now that's something he hadn't suspected, and he looks up at her in interest. He's run into so many people from older centuries here that she's possibly the first one he's met that's hinted at more advanced technology. "What's your ship called?"
Her question prompts an iffy sort of facial expression out of him. "Not officially. This was a one-time sort of thing. I hope. A terrorist from the twentieth century. It's kind of a long story, and some of it's classified." It doesn't really matter to him that any intel he gives out here is unlikely to make it back home; there's always a chance, and he doesn't feel it's worth risking it.
Especially since he made a shit-ton of mistakes in the process. People died. He's still not really over it.
Grading papers is a much more innocent topic to discuss, though even that is also marred a little by his personal problems. "Yeah, that's what I figured too. Doesn't stop the messages, but at least it's not in person."
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Her question prompts an iffy sort of facial expression out of him. "Not officially. This was a one-time sort of thing. I hope. A terrorist from the twentieth century. It's kind of a long story, and some of it's classified." It doesn't really matter to him that any intel he gives out here is unlikely to make it back home; there's always a chance, and he doesn't feel it's worth risking it.
Especially since he made a shit-ton of mistakes in the process. People died. He's still not really over it.
Grading papers is a much more innocent topic to discuss, though even that is also marred a little by his personal problems. "Yeah, that's what I figured too. Doesn't stop the messages, but at least it's not in person."