"You're welcome," she replied as she surrendered the device to him.
She did flush a little at the question, realizing that 'past' was extremely relevant. After all, her time was centuries past for some people here. "Well, there's one young girl from the late nineteenth century, which is ... significantly in my past. There are also people here from the 1970s, and some from no discernible year. They come from worlds that keep time differently," she tried to explain. "There are a lot of things here that a lot of people don't understand, often because they have nothing like it on their own worlds."
Swan did have to wonder a little when it became so very easy for her to talk about other worlds without batting an eyelash over it. She supposed when enough people piled on information like that, it was easier to take their word than to fight them at every turn over it.
"No," she said softly. "There are witches and wizards and sorcerers here. I'm not sure how the magic is different or why they call themselves differently, but they're not bad," she hurried to assure him. Well, except for Chase, but he'd never actually done anything to her; she'd simply heard stories about him. "They have real magic," she continued quietly, then she wondered what he'd think of her particular breed of magic.