Probably for the best she can't hear him too clearly, or pick up on that inaudible "bitch", because she would have quite a bit to say to him. After all, she's the one who actually remembers things directly. Which is a fun little tidbit that Anna was not aware of.
"Losing time?" She leans back, stretches one arm up above her head, raps her knuckles on the wall behind her. It's as casual as she can make something look when inside, she's feeling extremely smug. Or, okay, no, the smugness isn't overwhelming, but she's pretty sure it's going to bleed out into her words in a second. And she's equally pretty sure that she can use it to avoid answering the question at hand, too.
"'Fraid I don't know what you mean, Gus. I left home in September 2021, and I got here in September 2021. No lag at all." She does have two missing months back in summer 2018, but if she were to answer the questions he's asking about that, she does know what happened—in broad strokes. Broad, lesbian flag-colored strokes. That can be a story for later, she decides. Her arms drop to her sides and she stops pretending to stretch.
"Now who's the one making an awful lot of leaps? See, my Earth's still alive and kicking, at least for another couple generations." She recognizes, as the sentence forms itself in her head, that she is about to say what could only be described as some fuck shit, given who she is and how little she actually comprehends. But she's got the pieces and she's gonna keep putting them together into sentences until she finds out what happens. "We ain't all gotta dip our toes in the River and face down its horrible beast to end up here."
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"Losing time?" She leans back, stretches one arm up above her head, raps her knuckles on the wall behind her. It's as casual as she can make something look when inside, she's feeling extremely smug. Or, okay, no, the smugness isn't overwhelming, but she's pretty sure it's going to bleed out into her words in a second. And she's equally pretty sure that she can use it to avoid answering the question at hand, too.
"'Fraid I don't know what you mean, Gus. I left home in September 2021, and I got here in September 2021. No lag at all." She does have two missing months back in summer 2018, but if she were to answer the questions he's asking about that, she does know what happened—in broad strokes. Broad, lesbian flag-colored strokes. That can be a story for later, she decides. Her arms drop to her sides and she stops pretending to stretch.
"Now who's the one making an awful lot of leaps? See, my Earth's still alive and kicking, at least for another couple generations." She recognizes, as the sentence forms itself in her head, that she is about to say what could only be described as some fuck shit, given who she is and how little she actually comprehends. But she's got the pieces and she's gonna keep putting them together into sentences until she finds out what happens. "We ain't all gotta dip our toes in the River and face down its horrible beast to end up here."