"It's the Milky Way," is her immediate response, still too slack-jawed and surprised to do much more than stare at the man who talks about going into people's minds and other systems. This is far beyond her pay grade and she's not even sure where to begin. "I'm sorry, this is all a bit much," she clarifies, a hand on her hip. "Your implication is that you're not from the same system as myself. I have to assume you mean the solar system. Which, then, means we're from different galaxies."

And here she thought that commuting back and forth between New York and LA would have been quite the hike, if she'd decided to both make the trip and try something with Daniel.