Until the complaint forms start piling up on his desk.

[She gives a dry laugh, humorless, her arms tightening faintly, just barely noticeable, and she shoots a sharp smile at the floor.]

Something like that. You did warn me that they messed with time here. Especially since you don't remember the invasion. Maybe I should have expected it, but I didn't expect quite that much of a gap.

[She falls silent a moment, still, but when she speaks again, her voice is soft, holding a faint note of wistful regret.]

He didn't recognize me, no. But that's because he's never met me. Not yet. Maybe not for a long time.