Hmmm, the other woman is still blushing - interesting. Good to know. Potentially very good to know.

Now she smiles back, but her expression is still more rueful than flirtatious.

"I'm a hundred and eight years in the future. And, well, uh, computer theory has moved on just a little, and it's kinda disconcerting. And frustrating, as I have very little idea what they are talking about any more. Yay."

She huffs with annoyance.

"A few hundred years in the future? You know, you're handling it very well."