Home. A hollow laugh escaped the scientist, and she decided this was a good time to rest. Moving to the nearest tree, she slid down to sit below it, folding her legs neatly off to one side. Poise. She definitely had it.

"A city called Columbia. America. Well...technically above America. That bit was my doing." She reached up, shaking her hair down from its bun so she could re-tie it. "The precise year is...a bit fuzzy, honestly, given time had no meaning after the accident. Around the nineteen-hundreds, primarily."