Finding out it was Khan and not some random terrorist was enough to make her forget that detail, and it's not relevant anyway. It doesn't matter when Khan is from so long as the where doesn't end up being the Nexus again.

She nods slowly in reluctant agreement. Better to limit his opportunity to escape, even if the concept of stasis remains foreign to her. "Our enemy... they're sentient robots, but in biological form. They're stronger than us, but not enough that... well, they're not on the same level as Khan. So far we haven't needed any, um... unconventional prisons."

It's only fair of him to ask. He's already told her so much... she's learned more about his personal life than the Jim she already considers a friend. She must have caught him at the right time. "I, uh... before the war started, I was very close to someone on my ship. He was a microbiologist, like me. A quiet guy. Serious, but he had a funny, very dry sense of humor once you got to know him."

A soft smile plays on her lips briefly. "He was so sweet to me... I was so happy. But. It turns out he was a-- a sleeper agent." She frowns and picks at the lid of her coffee cup. "It's... complicated, but I thought he had died until I ran into him again when we were under Occupation. He, um... he saved my life, but he wouldn't acknowledge that he knew me, either. He was so cold... and I wonder, sometimes, what sorts of things he's done during the war... if he's done anything that I can't forgive."