Swan shook her head. "I wasn't, but my world was ..." she hesitated. "It was destroyed. There were missiles..." she trailed off, realizing he probably wasn't familiar with the term. She struggled for a moment to try to find a way to explain it in a way he might understand. "Big ... poison guns," she settled on. "That could shoot halfway around the world. They destroyed most of the people and all of the electricity and technology and everything like that. So we didn't have ... devices like these or ways to use them to communicate." Since she wasn't sure of the year, precisely, she simply shrugged a little. Josh had helped her keep track so she'd know when her birthday was, but time had started to lose meaning here.
She bit lightly at her lower lip, but since he hadn't exactly asked for her life story, she decided cutting it off there was good.
"I've met several, yes," Swan reported. "Most of them are very kind and use their magic only to help everyone here." She hesitated again before she made a slight gesture toward the hotel's back door. "I have a garden out there that ... that I grow with my ... talent. It's a little like magic," she admitted shyly. "I don't know what else to call it. But I can wake up dead plants. I've been trying to wake up this island, but it's a big place."