[ His mind strays, to the fragmented pieces of information he knows about going home. The implication of seeing Erik and Raven again. Of it being in a chaotic storm of guns and anger and threats. The context evades him and so there is none Cassandra could, in turn, pick up on -- but essentially, he has a future.

Of some kind. ]

You won't be offered that choice, [ he says, but it comes across as musing, because hey, anything can happen. But what he projects is this; ] You will be taken back without warning and remember nothing of this place. Nothing of what you've learned or seen.

Or, [ he says, tipping his glass in gesture ] you'll remain long enough until we find a way to be free of this place, and settle somewhere else. Somewhere new.

[ This is offered to her as hope; he's not sure, meanwhile, what he wants. ]