hang on, I forgot the event...
[That is equally dizzying and does not help at all. She bites her lip - she hadn't planned to initiate a conversation, but she's sadly getting used to her journal recording her like this from time to time. After a moment, she answers normally enough:]
Not... quite, no. It's the year 1820 [or something. idk.] as far as I'm concerned. [She'd be more concerned about just dumping strange information like this on a new arrival, but with the event going on, she's lacking in kindness.]