Simon shook his head. "No. I'm from ... a ... well, distant future. Five hundred years, give or take," he explained. "I live on a space ship," he added, mostly for context. Then he suddenly wasn't sure if that was helping the idea of it or not; maybe living on a space ship sounded too far fetched, especially if she was native to this place and time.
"I'm a ... well, was a trauma surgeon, at home. Now I'm ... just working as a doctor. Doing what they'll let me do," he added. He managed to keep the bitterness out of his voice because he knew eventually his experience was going to speak for itself, and he wasn't a wallflower. He pushed his way into trauma situations anyway.
"And what ... what about you?" He prompted as he glanced over to her. "Are you from around here or did you ... just show up here one day?"