Ginny nodded. "I hear that," she murmured. "I appreciate the chance to meet my husband's mother, and to see some people who have been long dead in my time, but ... I'd handle this better if I knew everything at home was all right." And if they weren't so young and actually knew her, but ...
Not that she was handling it poorly, exactly, but there'd been some tantrum-esque moments early on.
"So have you been here long enough to ... settle in? Get a job, find a place to live? Things that they apparently expect us to be able to do?" She grinned slightly as she glanced over to him before she looked away again.