She stepped back from him fully then, needing the lack of contact to be able to really think. Still, it didn't stop her from reaching out to smooth her fingers along the edge of his lapel, fixing the way it had been mussed by their embrace. "I figured as much," she said gently. "How long's it been? Since we saved all of reality." She needed to know exactly how much he would know, what he'd lived through and what would just be a story to him.