Does being a fool come as easily to you as swimming comes to a fish, or do you work to achieve such a level of impressive stupidity?

[ her gaze roves to the side, the ghost of a smile that had played upon her lips disappearing as quickly as it came. ]

And what do you intend to do once we get there? Neither of us have any clue what year it is, or what the world is like. Perhaps there is a reason for this transportation method... One we do not know yet.