Well, she's taking this pretty well in stride. Granted, there isn't much choice at this point when one has this kind of discussion in a treehouse in a dream in another universe. But when someone prefaces their introduction with 'by the way, I used to kill alien gods for a living,' that significantly ramps up the tendency for things to go awry.

"A bit," he admits. "Hard to tell when you can't leave the city. But we had a Manhattan and our continents more or less lined up. Just with more programs devoted to galactic exploration, and fewer Rifts screwing up the general progression of space, time, and spacetime."

He cants his head to one side, sympathy clouding over his look of interest. "It can be kind of a big shift, I know."