In response to the stare and the confused expression, Nerys simply gives the woman a look of hey, I told you, though it's more muted than it might be otherwise, considering the person she's looking at has been through a lot of trauma in the last hour or so.
Her own expression eases, softens, though, once the other woman speaks again.
"1883," she echoes, and remembers Peggy is definitely from after that, but far before Nerys' own time, and Watney doesn't even make sense in how she understands Earth history. It's not like she's an expert, admittedly, so maybe she's missed something. "I think we both have, honestly. Other people here are from other places, other times."
It all is starting to build a picture in Nerys' mind, though it's not a picture she likes much, and it's riddled with more holes than the caves at Undalar.
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Her own expression eases, softens, though, once the other woman speaks again.
"1883," she echoes, and remembers Peggy is definitely from after that, but far before Nerys' own time, and Watney doesn't even make sense in how she understands Earth history. It's not like she's an expert, admittedly, so maybe she's missed something. "I think we both have, honestly. Other people here are from other places, other times."
It all is starting to build a picture in Nerys' mind, though it's not a picture she likes much, and it's riddled with more holes than the caves at Undalar.