"You are?" Lucy turned to follow him as he circled her. How could such a seemingly carefree soul exist in the future of the island that she knew? She stood around 1.7 meters, small considering her frost giant heritage, but average or even tall for a woman in her mind.
"I'm only from 2041." She looked at him, puzzled. "There was enough clean water left in your time for an entire mercolony?"