The Companion nodded. "I'm from - Sihnon." She paused, wondering how to best explain. "Judging by your clothes - and forgive the assumption - but it would appear that you're from the late twentieth century, of Earth-That-Was?" She smiled. "Sihnon is located in the same galaxy, but it won't be colonized until a couple of hundred years later, and I won't be born until a couple of hundred years after that." She shook her head and smiled apologetically. She knew it sounded crazy, but... they'd just died. It didn't get much crazier than that.
She listened to Fred talk, a tiny wrinkle forming between her dark brows. No, the girl didn't sound crazy, not really, only nervous and rattled. And smart, very smart. Smart people tended to be misunderstood a lot of the time. What she was saying made some sense to Inara, but this wasn't her area of expertise.
"We have... Reavers," she said instead. Speaking the word made a shiver run across her skin, and she hugged herself. Miranda. All those people. "They are sort of like zombies, I suppose. Only - they're people, sick people." She looked away, out through the window, and willed herself not to think back on it. Not to remember.
A silent moment later, she turned back to Fred, having regained her composure enough not to completely break down at the table. "What about you, Fred? Was I completely off the mark in my assumption?"