Zoë talks, but she doesn't like it one bit. She'd rather be enjoying this damn fine whiskey she's found on this ship. "Gon beh." She takes a deeper drink before continuing.

"That's about the right of it. Haven't found any two people from the same world who come from the same time. Seems to be normal here." She shrugs a little, knowing the worst is something she can't share with her friend. "Not such a bad thing in the grand scheme of things. Met a few people who are supposed to be dead back where they're from."