Kimber had heard worse language. It didn't phase her much. "You're not the only one," she told him as they walked. "I flew in from 1988. There are people here from the future, too. It just happens. I don't think anyone's been able to explain it."
She laughed at his question. "You can call me Kimber. And you are.." She looked at the name stitched on his uniform. "Luz?" she asked, mispronouncing it.