"Well giant buildings of steel, hell even steel would seem like the single greatest thing on earth to people just a hundred years before your time, Ms. Crawley. The light bulb, the telegraph, all would be magic to someone from the 1600s. Hell, where you come from, the idea of sustained flight is somewhat common, but not on the level of space, or ocean flight, or even commercially viable passenger aircraft..."
He smiled and looked back to her, "It's all in perspective. I'm sure I'd find myself fascinated by a man from the future. In fact, there is one such man here. James T. Kirk. I spoke to him briefly on the Network, and if he is the actual James Kirk that I've heard about, he may be fictional where I come from, but he's from the future and pilots a vessel capable of something even I can't accomplish--Warp speed, or, faster than light travel. I'd give anything to see his ship in person."
Tony looked at her and winked, "And yet all of this pales in comparison to the company of a beautiful woman, so some things never will change I think. And perhaps, when you're up for it someday, I'll take you up for a ride. It's a bit terrifying at first, but the view's incredible."