The irony of him trying to invoke chronology really is amusing and she snorts indelicately. "What chronology? The chicken and the egg are the same to me, I'm an unanchored causal intervention in most universes." With the wry quirk of an eyebrow, "Perhaps the concept is familiar to you."

But she's rather less interested in his etiology than a story she doesn't yet know. Sprawling a little more generously, she looks back up at the shimmering night sky and asks, "So what are you doing in this universe? I can't imagine the boat was your idea. Or did you downgrade your ship-seeking ambitions?"