[ The brightness in her smile makes it impossible for him not to respond in kind, and Red grins back, visibly relaxing. It is a comfort he didn't realize how much he needed -- the warmth that radiates from this woman, the talk of home, familiar words. It's not all good memories for her (or for him), but even the bad experiences shared become easier to bear. ]

Aye. I've traveled to many places, some of them beautiful indeed, but I've yet to find one that measures up. Not that I'm biased, of course. [ He adds as a joke, laughing briefly before he asks, a bit more seriously: ]

May I ask when you're from?

[ It came as quite a shock when Julia told him she was from hundreds of years in the future, though they seemed to generally agree on history and places, so she might even be from the same world. However one determines that, now that he knows there are countless other places and, apparently, times. That's never going to stop being a wonder, probably. ]