[Being the worrywart might be his job, but he's been on an extended hiatus and someone had to pick up the slack. In her once-over, her eyes snap onto the arm, the white and floating (ugly) piece of technology. It's unfamiliar in design, not Galra, for sure. More Altean, but off, like someone had taken Altean designed and extrapolated from there.

There's the telltale confusion that crosses her features, and her eyes dart between the arm and his face, a familiar coil of anxiety taking root. Not because of Shiro or anything he's done, but just... she's had a lot of experience involving mismatched memories here. When Lance arrived he only remembered as far as Oriande, and even if she and Keith's memories terminated at the same point, she never could shake the suspicion that there's more she's forgetting about her life before the storm.

But he's asking questions, and she shakes herself out of it, for the time being. She'll have plenty of time to interrogate him soon. She nods,] It has been over half of a deca-phoebe — eight months since I came out of stasis. Keith and Lance are here too.

[She lets that sit, gives him a chance to process that bit of information.]