"Alright." He pauses and purses his lips for a moment as he wonders if he should press the issue. Maybe later, if it becomes more of an issue, he decides. Until then, he'll let her keep whatever this is to herself.

He nods, but the concern doesn't completely leave his face.

Probably best to change the subject. "This has happened to me before. A portal. New York City."

He leans back against the seat, trying to go over the similarities in his mind. There aren't many. If he were to take a guess, he'd say that the two situations aren't connected at all. The portal before had been in place, immovable, not something that snatched him up on board his ship, and it had sent him to his own history, not an alternate universe. "We found ourselves in nineteen thirty. I think I like twenty thirteen a little better as a place to be stuck. For one, they hadn't opened the subway system yet."