"Time don't move much while you're here, lady." At least, that's his general understanding. People go back home, they clip on back here, and it's like they picked up where they left off. He lifts a shoulder in a shrug, noncommittal, his sockets lidding over in deliberate unconcern.

"Not particularly, nah." No world to really go back to, for one. For another, even if there is - it'll alter everything, right from the goddamn start.