Susan smiled up at him, patting the ground next to her, "Have a sit. It might make this a bit easier to grasp if you're not up and looking for a way back out in the mean time," She said, her voice staying even and understanding despite his tone.
"My name is Susan. Susan Foreman. What this is and where it is are much more complex questions. Ones that I'm assuming would probably require advanced temporal theory, experimental universe models, and some rather large charts and graphics to properly answer. But I'm not going to bother with all of that. To put it simply, you are no-where and no-when, and this appears to be some sort of pocket universe that is seated on some kind of faultline across all threads of reality."