"A matter of months. Eight or so by now." The exact number felt less and less real as time went on. Time on this scale mattered to Annie much like it did any human facing a finite number of years - a handful of decades, maybe more, more often less. She glanced up at her companion, taking in more of his appearance. He didn't look like any of the other imPorts she'd run into, but that didn't say much. Several imPorts were unique onto themselves, and uniquely foreign.

"I won't say that I have answers to any question, but I may be able to assist with basic information." If it concerned him. She wasn't so sure it would.