"Huh. That's interesting," he says aloud, already thinking of ways he could document this experience, even if it's only ever him that sees it.

"I really don't know what kind of person he is... was? Will be? I'm pretty sure he was from the... future? I mean, we definitely don't have Starships here. I think." He thinks that the people in his memory seemed nice? But then, even bad people have friends, he supposes.

"What sort of stuff has she taught you so far? Other than baking, that is?" He wants to ask what the others have seen, but until they tell him themselves, that's probably not his business.