Alright, she'd give him that argument but she wasn't about to admit it. Her shoulders tensed as he approached. It'd take too damned long to get her wand out of her sleeve at this distance but he didn't seem to have his out either. For now, she was cautious.
Glenda blinked at the year and then rolled her eyes, obviously not believing him, "Yeah sure. I've gone 46 years in the future. Sure." This was stupid. He was stupid. And if he thought she was stupid, then he was going to have to have some sense knocked into him. But now they were just a couple of steps apart and she paused, wanting to keep being at least as tall if not taller than him.
"Unless you're about to chase after me and kill me, I don't reckon I have to worry about that." After all, the war had been over for just over a decade. But she wasn't going to bring that up just yet. "Besides, they're actually not that bad. I've had worse shoes." Glenda crossed her arms in front of her, quietly pushing her wand out of her sleeve by the tip but trying to keep it secretive. "And where should we go to sit, hm?"