((Corliss is still outside working on the Skimmer, so I'll say Thordon said that to Myitt instead xD))
"Yeah, poor kid." Myitt replies. "I think he's got a right to be shell-shocked. I wonder just where he's from, though, or when, and how he got here."
She listens idly to the conversation, biting her lip when Mar mentions he's German. She scoots a bit down the bar counter so she can listen better.
"Only time machines I've ever heard of are ones humans made up," Myitt muses. "Like the H.G. Wells book, and that DeLorean." She pauses, curious. "I'm suddenly very curious what year all of us are from, at least with relation to Earth reckoning. Corliss and I are situated in good old 2003. Bloody Red Sox still haven't won the World Series."