"Ya think it coulda been the future instead?" She takes a swig. "Sounds like science-fiction. A lotta stuff here does. 's what I thought when I got here an' got told 'bout the hatches ... different 'verses ..."

Her voice trails off.

"It ain't bad like ... a big war bad yea?" She wouldn't be too thrilled if she saw that somehow. But the war between the Alliance and the Browncoats was long over.

She pauses as a thought hits her. "If it's the future ya could fix it. Since ya know what's gonna happen an' all."