Anne settled onto the grass near the young man looking at the sky, running one hand through hair that had started to come loose from the intricate windings she'd put it into for her father's funeral. Just that morning, and now... she wasn't sure where she was anymore, and the few people she'd run into hadn't given her any help.
"Shouldn't have we all?" she asked, responding to his question, even if it hadn't appeared to be aimed at her specifically. "Though... astronomy in which century, which planet?"