"Um."

For a moment, she just blinks, somewhat thrown. She doesn't want to get into how awful things are. How much fear, how much hunger. But neither does she want to lie, and just report the good.

"I'm not sure, actually," Annie says, finally. "I mean. You're from the past. What's that like?"

It's part honest question, part rhetorical point.

"We, uh. All our ships stay firmly on the water, though. I'll clear that one up."