Right. [She shakes her head as she remembers.] There's a ship, like this. [Her hands are cupped in an open-ball type shape.] It moves through time and there's a man. A very smart, genius, actually, friend of mine who makes it fly. His name's Rufus.

[But he's right and she feels mildly selfish without guilt because yes, they were all in the middle of things, but she was in the course of protecting history.]

Yes. [It's a quiet agreement, even as she rubs at her chest again.]