She'd had a little experience with things being in the past. Which wasn't to say that they were exactly the same kind of things, obviously most of what he was talking about was far outside of anything she'd ever known - or ever wanted to know, anyway -

- well, anyway, this wasn't about her. She sat down on the floor a few feet from him, in an unconscious imitation of his own awkward offer of comfort, months ago, and watched his hand grip the jumpsuit.

"That was very resourceful," she said quietly after a moment. Which was an understatement, obviously. Not that she didn't figure he would've preferred another way to demonstrate his resourcefulness to the universe.

She reached out to touch one of the scars on his wrist.