The first words get an exceedingly well-worn in dart and half-roll of her eyes. It's only been minutes since she arrived and she's not sure she even wants to have that conversation. Not that Cougar's given her any reason to discount him, but it's been only minutes since arriving in this place. But crazy isn't something she is. Not when she's done that too many times.

The past. The future. Other planets. Other universes. Other beings.
So much other it had it's own boxes and dictionaries.

It helps that she gets it, when his next question actually incorporates her idea, like it's not insane. She doesn't want to be anyone's dart board. But she gets it. Or because she gets it. It is insane. A lot of the time. A lot to wrap your head around, and even years later, she's right fucking here today, still not at the end of that road, that never stops bumping, twisting, dropping her down, out, upside down like a rollercoaster without warning.

It's a why she really doesn't have an answer for, tossing back instead. "How long does it even take to get this much dust?"