[ a "tch" escapes him, but the faint smile on his face has yet to fade. ]

And your first thought was to bicker with me, so this is most definitely the real Morgana. I'm at ease now.

[ skeleton arm or not, maybe she'll let him...hold that bony hand later...anyways! ]

I mistook this place for an illusion, but it doesn't appear to be.

This...this is space. And I distinctly recall space travel being an absurdly distant prospect in the 1800s...what the hell happened?