Susan quirked a brow when Edward blurted out an answer. A ... very unlikely answer.
But why was it unlikely? Susan's brow furrowed. Why not 2032? Why not 2050 for all that, or 3200? If they could pull her from the '40s and these people from the turn of the 21st century ... why couldn't it be any year beyond that?
"No, we ... haven't got anything like this, but ... that's hardly saying anything," she murmured. Keen eyes swept around the place before she exhaled softly. She didn't like how ... deserted it felt.
"What ... what sort of plan, should we be developing, do you think?" she inquired hesitantly. "And what assumptions can we ... take for fact? If we're stuck here, we should ensure we have provisions ... and see what else is about the area. Weapons and maybe shelters that aren't ... something they provided for us."