It’s a jolt, almost like a sudden douse of cold startling water. Reyes has been doing a good job of projecting casual ease so far, but now a laugh ripples out of him, genuinely taken aback. “God. Well. I mostly knew 2185. So… almost two hundred years’ difference between us, then. Although actually, technically, I’ve come from 2819, but we spent over six hundred years in cryo, so the difference isn’t as much as you might imagine.”
It’s been hard to judge this sort of thing: everyone’s appearance is flattened and equalised here, most even dressed in similar clothing, so there isn’t anything that screams I came from a spacefaring society, I came from swords and sandals.
But he does have an inkling of how bizarre some of this must sound, so: “It’s something of a story, as I’m sure you can imagine. Could tell you all about it over some awful stew sometime.” There’s a mischievous glint in his eye, in the quirk of a smile on his mouth.
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It’s been hard to judge this sort of thing: everyone’s appearance is flattened and equalised here, most even dressed in similar clothing, so there isn’t anything that screams I came from a spacefaring society, I came from swords and sandals.
But he does have an inkling of how bizarre some of this must sound, so: “It’s something of a story, as I’m sure you can imagine. Could tell you all about it over some awful stew sometime.” There’s a mischievous glint in his eye, in the quirk of a smile on his mouth.