Beverly has to think about that one, only because her sense of time in this place is a little off still. They didn't always have the wristbands and accompanying watches, so for a while it was a bit of a guessing game.

"Five years?" she guesses. "Three years at home and at least a year and a half here. Closer to two by now. It's hard for those of us who have been here a long time to really tell. We haven't had the clocks on our wrists the entire time, so a lot of the early timekeeping was estimation and guesswork based on the seasons." They can't even say they relied on the sun. At one point, the sun didn't set and they don't really know how long that lasted.

She does smile at the memory of her son. "He looked so grown up. He'd be about 27 by now and he really looks so much like his father."

Her lips twist a little sadly at that. She and Jean-Luc might be doing their best to move past the skeleton of Jack's passing, they both know that the subject always has a chance of coming up. They are prepared, at this point, to work through each situation that brings up that past together, which is certainly better than they had been doing.