[Were he one of most of the other transports, the friendly touch would be greeted with distaste, but he's one of the few she would call friend; she smiles back, amused at the very idea.]

Who can say? The very idea of traveling to other worlds sounds like a fantastic tale a storyteller would cook up for children—yet look at you now. If they can send us to other times in the history of Earth, why not entirely other lands?

[It doesn't occur to her that even those who know the same lands are from different "worlds." Earth is Earth and England is England, isn't it?]

Sometimes I still think I've gone mad and this is all a fevered dream. Other times I think I'm the sane one and it's the world that's gone mad.

[P.S. By the standards of her time, she is dressed like a boy, Thass.]