Mm. The man who employed me spent . . . oh, it must have added up to at least a week's worth of time hovering by those doorways. It aged him so quickly. He was a man of forty; he ended up looking nearly eighty.

I suppose the universes have their own way of keeping things in check.

[A beat, and she glances over at her.]

Though you must be grateful. Being here with him now, in the same time and world.

[It isn't at all a baiting comment, but there's something a little direct about it.]