[ Amos blinks, briefly thrown by the direction this conversation seems to have taken — by the way Mamoru's mind seems to have gone some place else — but then he shrugs it off. Sure, why not, right? They're just talking. ]

Sometimes, I think, though nobody really seems to be from the time I am. It was about the 2350s for me before all this; I don't think I've met anyone else who's even familiar with space travel.

[ So... guy knows what he's talking about when Amos says Baltimore, but that's about it, apparently. Oh well. ]