Cissie looks up at him with interest now. “Oh wow, you’re from even further in the future than I am! It’s 2011 back home for me.” She pauses and laughs. “On Earth. You’d think I’d know better than to assume that by now.” By ‘that,’ she means the idea that everyone is from Earth. She knows everyone isn’t, especially people from the future, at least in her experience so far. She holds out a hand. “I’m Cissie.”