2149. His eyebrows rise and then fall. A part of him had been expecting as much, given Raven's insistence that futuristic space travel is possible, but another part of him is still surprised. "It's not the same for me. We're about a hundred and twenty three years apart."

If 2026 is difficult for some of the others here to contemplate, the twenty second century is off the map. And then some.

Jess looks at her calmly for a long second, expression indecipherable. Then finally, without warning, he cracks the faintest smile. "All right, but consider the evidence: that could be explained away by you being a crazy adrenaline junkie."

A bit of the pot calling the kettle black, but she doesn't have to know that.