"I bet," she reflected thoughtfully. It must have been an interesting life. A dangerous one, she was sure, but her own reality had its share of danger. Every time she went out on a mission she risked winding back up in a lab. "Do you miss it?" She murmured. "I mean ... not just the familiarity, the normalcy, the fact it's home, but ... all of it?"
She grinned, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly. "It's new to me, too. In my reality ... things like this, what they have us wear ... they're relics found in old dead people's attics," she murmured. "Not ... not every day things. If they're in good shape, they're vintage, you know? It's ... it's a trip, that's for sure." It was interesting to hear her parallel it that way though, and she wondered if more similarities would crop up as time rolled on.