Missiles were something he was not familiar with, and the absolute destruction of the world by such weapons as she described was so very difficult to imagine, let alone fathom. The world was such a vast place; how fearful it must have been for her to suffer such a tragedy in her lifetime.
His eyes widened slightly as she mentioned her talent- a benevolent one, it sounded. "In my world, it would be considered witchcraft," he replied softly; there was no other term in his world to call it, no other frame of reference. How strange, his "world", his "time."
"It is a useful talent," he continued, although now he found himself wondering whether or not he was the only non-witch present. "Do you believe that is why you are here, restore this place?"