She didn't think for a moment she could explain just how bad it truly was, so she thought she wouldn't even try. It would involve getting into ... everything back home. The war, what she was, why she was so despised, and what her friends were probably doing in her absence. She barely wanted to think about it, let alone explain it.
"I'm sure once I've had a chance to acclimate to it all, I'll be fine," she murmured as she lifted up the cup of hot chocolate. Except ... she didn't want to acclimate, adjust, and accept. She just wanted to go home. To go home, and get married, and win the war ... but she guessed the war would just have to roll on without her.
It was a shame she hadn't been dumped in the future; maybe then someone around could tell her how it had turned out.
"It's not your fault," she assured him, managing a half-smile for him. "Are you ... from here or were you like ... me? Us? The others who are ... lost here?"