[ Okay. At least he's giving her a chance to explain. Not that she has any idea how she's going to do that, but...better than him threatening her with a weapon, right?

She nods, closing her eyes for a moment as she tries to collect her thoughts. ]

Magnus, you said - you said you just brought Fisher onto the ship. It's - what, cycle forty-eight for you? Forty-nine? Somewhere around there?

[ She doesn't wait for an answer, but just the fact that she's not concerned about a year or two either way should tell him something. ]

There were - a hundred cycles. A hundred, before we finally stopped.

And I don't know how this is, Magnus, or how we're both here now, or even where, exactly, we are, but...for me, it's been ten years since the cycles. Since we stopped running from the Hunger.

I'm still - me. I'm just...older.

[ And hopefully he won't do the math on just how old she looks, versus how old she should be. ]