"I was from Berlin," she says quietly in response, looking over for a second. "I live in Austria now--or I used to, before here. I was in the mountains near Innsbruck. It's 1944 for me."

There's a pause, and she sighs near-inaudibly, because she can't ever quite get her head around the fact that it's so far away from here. "Or it was. There's a war, but people have told me how their version ends."