A smile crossed her face. "I'm glad that you don't think me an antique." It would be difficult if she could not relate to any of the men here or if they all found her horribly old-fashioned. "Yes, I remember 1914, so 2014 seems unfathomable. Can your automobiles fly yet?" They had just about mastered planes in her time, so sending cars into the air seemed to be the next logical step.
"Yorkshire is beautiful. It is the country, so it is rolling hills, sheep, quite a bit of rain - but I loved living there. I wouldn't want to have lived anywhere else." Except, of course, she was here now.