"It's okay, don't worry about it," Nerys says, looking around them at the mysterious trees. "Humans didn't have interstellar travel for ages, so if we're from different places in time..." She shrugs and chews on her lower lip, realizing that maybe, just maybe, this might be breaking some kind of rules about temporal interactions. Not that she's subject to Starfleet regs about the Temporal Prime Directive around here.

"Earth or not, it's definitely a Class M world, or we wouldn't be breathing, and a pretty comfortable one at that, so that's a benefit, I guess."