"Yes," says Rush before fully realizing that there were three courses of action embedded in those statements and some were contradictory so he can't possibly be agreeing to all of them.

He drives the base of his palm into one eye and drops it down to rub at the patchy beard that has long since stopped growing. It didn't have the biology after a certain point.

"No. I just need a point of reference. Assuming this is Earth." He glances at her semi-suspiciously. "And assuming temporally synchronous translocation." He doesn't know what day he'd been in when Destiny had brushed against a Rift in space-time, but he never knows what day he's in. He remembers the year, however. Probably.