Stardate, huh. That was sure some numbers. Under normal circumstances she'd be asking just how that works, but right now she can't really be bothered.

"Well, hopefully they'll find something," she says tiredly, not bothering to mention that his are not the only people who have the supposed means of searching and actually turning up results. And so far, whether or not results have come, no one's had any luck. For fuck's sake, some of the most brilliant scientists present actually managed to escape and haven't found a way back or even to send a message. What hope does that give them?

What use is hope, after all that's been taken away.

She manages not to verbalize any of this doom and gloom. She nods at the train as it rolls in loudly, and leads him on, snagging a pair of seats so she can slouch.

"I still don't remember what I'm supposed to be calling you," she says after a moment. "Unless you're fine with 'otter guy'. Otto for short."