She feels that like a stone in her gut. She sags slightly, staring at him with open disbelief, not at his answer, but that it happened to her at all, that she went through all this and Greta is only now realizing - or will she never realize? are they just in stasis here? is this some kind of Narnia bullshit? No answer is comforting.
"I..." She swallows, mouth and throat desert dry. She shakes her head slightly. "It's 1958. Just turned September. I've been here since August, and as far as I know no one else has shown up." She nods at the radio. "Got one already? I've been leaving mine off. Can't stand hearing that prick babble at me whenever the fancy takes him. Maybe I should have kept it today, huh?" She gathers there is something going on. And she's been effectively asleep. "I have catching and sobering up to do. Come on." She motions for him to follow, leading him away from the thoroughfare, back to the tavern. Not really an ideal place to sober up but at least it's relatively quiet at this hour.
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"I..." She swallows, mouth and throat desert dry. She shakes her head slightly. "It's 1958. Just turned September. I've been here since August, and as far as I know no one else has shown up." She nods at the radio. "Got one already? I've been leaving mine off. Can't stand hearing that prick babble at me whenever the fancy takes him. Maybe I should have kept it today, huh?" She gathers there is something going on. And she's been effectively asleep. "I have catching and sobering up to do. Come on." She motions for him to follow, leading him away from the thoroughfare, back to the tavern. Not really an ideal place to sober up but at least it's relatively quiet at this hour.