That information takes her by surprise, and visibly so: the shock is written clear on her face, even as she jolts back a few inches in recoil. What? For all the strange things she'd lived through before, being dragged from one time to another in the same world was not part. Sure, she'd known time-travelers, but...

"Wait, you were... sent back in time three hundred years for a party in France?"

The slip of years—pinning her internal clock to the twenty-first century, rather than Exsilium's thirty-fourth—is one of the few that speaks anything of her past.