"I'm from 'forty-one. My sense of time is whacked like crazy." Max shrugged. She still wasn't entirely pleased being yanked from her own year, but she was trying to make the best of it.
She started after Veronica once heading out was suggested. Her legs needed at least a short walk after her day, and fresh air (well, relatively fresh) wouldn't hurt either.
"Assuming Neptune doesn't mean the planet," she said as the walked towards the door. Max pushed it open for both of them.