"Probably. 52nd century is a long way from what you're used to," Trance said, glancing over at him before turning her gaze out the window as the buildings passed. "It's nice...seeing it like this, brimming with activity and life and hope. And so green! Even in the city, there's trees every so often." Not that there weren't trees in the 52nd century, but they were overtaken by city sprawl, death and slavery camps, and the roaming Magog. "It might not be ideal here...but it's safer," She said quietly.
Trance slipped into quiet, a soft, thoughtful frown spreading across her face as she just continued to stare out the window.