She was happy to oblige any questions he had for her along this vein of things. As long as he wasn't prying into her personal life and asking about her father or anything like that, she'd be glad to share.

"No. I was born on a ship, actually -- nothing so expansive or fancy as this, but a ship nonetheless -- as all my people were." She waved a hand to bring up her omni-tool, setting her nutrient paste tube on the table still attached to her mask. The yellow hard-light construct came up across her left arm.

"As far as I can tell, technology exactly like this," she motioned to the tool, "doesn't exist here, but they seem to have more advanced time-and-space knowledge."