[ morgana has no ears. she heard nothing. if jacopo is as warm as the sun in this moment, she's as cold as a tundra.

even still, her hand stays in his. ]

A community, more like. They appear to be in the same predicament: displaced from their own periods of time. There is any manner of strange people aboard this place.

[ she feels so tiny and insignificant staring out into space like this. as if everything she's ever done was pointless, but she feels his warmth through his touch and considers that maybe it was, and it's time for her to do things that feel very much like they have a weight to them.

she doesn't say that, of course. ]

...The watch on your wrist. It's a communication device, like a telephone, but more interactive. It's only a taste of how technology has advanced.

[ that seems up his alley - he did invest in railroads. ] It seems to be connected to the rest of the community. We... all have one.