Oh, not any more of this flying, exploding, and, now, apparently, time-travelling talk. She'd accepted anything else; bad fish, drugged coffee, going insane(Though the first two would mean hallucinations, which she had already established, given, and ruled case against.). She thought about pinching herself or closing the door on her hand, but they were quickly dismissed. If she was going insane, she wasn't going to act it infront of a stranger--Who, if she was crazy, was probably talking about something else entirely--or the boys. Especially the boys.
Of course, he could be lying, and this an elaborate scheme. Devised by who, or for what reason, she didn't even want to begin to guess. Peter had dissapeared, and Nathan had been shot--how far a stretch was it that someone could be Gaslighting her? A long one, but not so far she couldn't see a potential end.
She was searching for alternatives for the vain and simple fact that trying to wrap her mind around the idea was an excerise of the mind that could only be likened to trying to break through a brick wall with a small inflatable bat.
"I'm begining to think there are a few words more appropriate than 'complicated', and a handful of phrases, but none of them would lend well to a favourable first impression." She extended her hand again, for him to shake. If he was lying, he wrong date could be easily explained away by human error compounded by worry. It was a state found often enough in hospitals. "Thank you, Mr. Gray, for your concern and for your help."