"Time travel." he repeats, thinking immediately of the TARDIS. But it'd be silly to think every time traveler here is someone that traveled with her. Right? Venia cocks their head to the side in curiosity, then remembering the little falcon, rights it. "I meant to ask what year you were originally from, but that's some interesting information there."

Venia makes a chittering sound, getting Charley's attention before asking, "What was your ship like?" Gabriel frowns in the griffin's direction, not wanting to suggest that he knows of any sort of time machine. Who knows who this girl is. Who knows what sort of danger she could present to the TARDIS. "Was it...blue?"

"Will you shut up," Gabriel says, before turning back to Charley with a plastered-on smile on his face. "Around nineteen-thirty, maybe?"