[ He barks out a laugh at sexy, raising his eyebrows at her while Respectfully keeping his gaze on her face. Sure, sexy's one word for it, modern conveniences truly are that great, tell him more...

Amos shifts to match her body language — arm laying on top of the pool's edge, leaning in that little bit much closer to her (but still a Respectful, normal conspiratorial distance away). This is fun, right up until she says Alexa, and his brow furrows in confusion. ]

I knew an Alexa when I was growing up. Somehow I don't think that's what you mean, though.

[ Lottie seems so normal — so much like someone he could've known back where he was originally from — that he has to remind himself that they're from different universes. Probably different time periods, too, though with how far ahead he's from compared to most, they usually end up feeling like one and the same. ]

Before all this — [ he lifts his free hand out of the water to wave it vaguely. You know, Kenos, Horos, all of it — ] it was the 2350s for me. Think we might've ended up on different wavelengths here.

[ At least he knows what blenders and dishwashers are, though! Gotta count for something. ]