Disease, huh. Yeah, he's never heard about anything like that. Truth be told, his Earth probably could've stood to have some of that, Amos figures. Thin the herd. By a lot. Probably would suck for whoever ended up biting it, but would've solved plenty of other problems.

His face is impassive while Nadine speaks. Reaches up, scratches an itch just behind his ear.

"2350-something. Six? Seven? Not sure on the exact year. Doesn't really matter. Space is fucking huge; takes a while to get from point A to point B. Probably spent a fair share of whatever passes for a new year in transit. Never really noticed."

He takes a second, cocks his head in thought, corners of his mouth quirking upwards slightly. "2020's like ancient history for me. You guys even get off the planet by then?"