[ She's monitoring enough to catch the drive into high gear, settling into a stance that could be ready to run until he talks again and what, okay, just what. ] That doesn't make sense.

[ Talking before she thinks about it, almost tripping over her words. ] Why would I be living here? Who are you, why am I living with you? You're suggesting time travel of some kind, obviously, but there are - constants that are missing and shouldn't be. [ Watching him with bright suspicious eyes. She's not as untrusting as she will be eventually, but she's smart enough to know she has enemies, and this scenario is not okay. ]