Steph's smile is wry as she nods, grateful. "Literally, three hundred years. I'm... handling it. Thank you.

"I can understand what you mean, though. I trained as a nurse when I was a kid. Trying to understand medical texts today is like reading..."

She pauses, blinks, huffing a little sigh. The room smells fresh all of a sudden, a bit like a garden or greenhouse, but-- the woman across from her is green. No big deal.

"Like reading futuristic medical texts," Steph finishes, lamely.