She wishes she could convince herself that this was some sort of joke. That Rowan wasn't looking at her so earnestly; that she didn't trust him, instinctively, despite the ridiculousness of that explanation. She can't believe she's in another dimension. But she also can't believe Rowan is lying to her -- or that he wouldn't at least try to make it a good one, if he was. She'd still probably see through it, but at least it would be less embarrassing for them both.
But what's her explanation? She saw the world change from the interior of her hotel suite to this place, whatever it's called. She doesn't really think she's unconscious, or that she was somehow drugged during dinner. Little as she wants to accept Rowan's explanation, she doesn't exactly have any better alternatives to throw at him.
"You sound like you need your nanites adjusted," she says, scoffing a little just on principle. Still, she hasn't yet pulled her hand back; it's still clinging to his arm, as if he's the only real thing here. "So you're saying we've gone back in time? Everyone's just..." she makes a vague, hapless gesture with her free hand to encompass everything they know about the Age of Mortality -- that people sickened and died and engaged in countless petty fights over all the things the Thunderhead took care of.
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Date: 2019-03-19 10:04 pm (UTC)From:But what's her explanation? She saw the world change from the interior of her hotel suite to this place, whatever it's called. She doesn't really think she's unconscious, or that she was somehow drugged during dinner. Little as she wants to accept Rowan's explanation, she doesn't exactly have any better alternatives to throw at him.
"You sound like you need your nanites adjusted," she says, scoffing a little just on principle. Still, she hasn't yet pulled her hand back; it's still clinging to his arm, as if he's the only real thing here. "So you're saying we've gone back in time? Everyone's just..." she makes a vague, hapless gesture with her free hand to encompass everything they know about the Age of Mortality -- that people sickened and died and engaged in countless petty fights over all the things the Thunderhead took care of.