“You lucky dog.” She gives him a playful shove. “I was truly born in the wrong era.” Dutch gives a jokingly woeful sigh and shakes her sigh, but then nods her head at the comment about her father. “He certainly was very good at his job. Very passionate. His superiors loved him.” There’s a nostalgic smile on her face. She was only a child when he died, but her memories of him are very vivid.

“Was that isolation a good thing or a bad thing?” Her eyebrows wrinkle slightly as she listens, quite interested in learning more about all of it - his world, his era. Ivan didn’t seem all that different from many of the people Dutch had met on Earth, but his world sounded incredibly different. It amazed her.