Olivia leaned her head on her arm against the window. She really was getting weak now. She hoped this trip didn't take very long. She was still rather fuzzy on how exactly she was even alive, but she didn't much care, so long as she didn't show here only to die.
"I am," she nodded. "And nineteen eighty." she added after a moment. "Bit weird. They says it's twenty thirteen. None of it really makes sense to me, really." But she supposed that was how it was for everyone, if so many people were really brought here in the same manner.
"Las Vegas, really? Did you live there?" She'd heard about it, but she'd never actually gone. In fact, she'd never left for the states at all, actually.