"Bulletproof, or very careful?" he asked of her; her meant it rather metaphorically, but then again, one never quite knew with islanders.
Her enthusiasm and openness was refreshing, and he was happy to sip on his drink and listen to her talk. She was rather sweet, actually. He wasn't used to sweet girls.
"2013," he responded. "I've skipped forward a bit this time, but nothing too drastic. We must seem awfully old-fashioned to you, hmm? Two thousand years..." he mused.