"Huh," she says, a little vaguely, but don't think it's rudeness, Rose, she's just lost for a second in thoughts of her own teammates from times gone by -- ones she'll never see again, except she guesses she's the lost one, not the other way around. Tossed out of time and back in again, and even if it doesn't hurt to think about so much anymore, there's still a wistful pull at her heart that tugs every time she thinks of those boys -- her boys.

They reach the bar; she drags out a stool and sits, mulling over Rose's words. "What d'you mean, time's funny?"

There's something cautious behind the overt friendliness that's always a part of her conversation: she'd be interested even if it weren't personal, but, well -- she can't say there isn't something there to pique her curiosity.