This world's months. Conrad smiled over that. So, he was right. Ciri wasn't from his version of reality. But, arguably, neither was Wes. Surely, by the year 2008, news of Kong and the other 'kings' would have spread throughout the world, no matter how desperately Monarch tried to cover it up. And Wesley had never heard of them, so even though his version of Earth was similar to Conrad's, they clearly weren't the same.
Conrad didn't mind sharing the whiskey, either. Ciri was drinking quite a bit, he had noticed. But the Brit was hardly in a position to point fingers. He nodded in responce to her question. "I think I showed up not too long after Wes did. I think I'm starting to get the hang of how things operate around here, although I'm not too sure that I like it. It's such an odd mix of highs and lows. You find someone, you befriend them, and then the hotel finds a way to take them from you.. Like some sort of psychological torture."
Which sounded bleak as hell when he said it out loud. He took another sip from the bottle. Perhaps it was best not to linger too much on that thought. "Tell me, where are you from, Ciri?"