Really? [Her eyes light up, a curious tilt to her head. He's been there. Several times. So, she imagines, this must be in something like... the before times. When there was somewhere to go to. When it was more than the wasteland, and a pile of sand, and bodies, and destruction. And a vault. A couple of vaults, at least.

She crosses her ankles, swinging her legs as she takes another sip (without completely choking on it.)]

What was it like? In your time, I mean. Or your -- world. [She stumbles over the words, because the concept is, you know. Impossible. Improbable? Maybe nothing is really impossible anymore. She is here, after all. Dodging gods and giant animals that could not possibly support their size with any modern sense of biology.] I'm guessing it was more exciting than sand and skeletons. And the occasional cannibalistic ghoul.

[Though that feels like less of a joke to speak on. She... she feels bad for them. She does. Even -- even the worst ones.]