"Aluminum foil, whatever," she said when he seemed confused about the word. It occurred to her belatedly that they might not have that in his time. They'd probably progressed past it, or something.
What came after tinfoil though?
Jaime's brow furrowed, because that wasn't even the point.
"My point still stands," Jaime said. "She's weird." Not ... bad weird, just unnerving weird. Which she supposed could be construed as bad-weird.
"So anyway," she said to push away from the River topic. "Have you found a job yet? Since it doesn't seem like they're exactly going to be chasing us home any time in the next few ... evers?"