[ She tips her head at that observation. True. Even intergalactic travel must be bound by the physical nature of time and space, unlike-- however this place exists in relation to her world.

Speaking of which. ]

My home is what those of this world would think of as something from a history book, or, our nations are alien ones, a more fanciful imagining of long ago. We've horses and wagons in place of cars, and fire in place of electricity. Dragons, in place of fighter jets.

[ Her eyes smile, at that, as if daring him to think she's kidding. ]

And civil war and rebellion in place of peace.