"Radical Edward, I like that," Amy says, shaking her hand.

She definitely doesn't seem bothered by everything that's happened in the last five minutes, and that makes her special.

"Space travel isn't new to me either, but the ship is," she says, grabbing their drinks from the bartender and sliding one toward Ed.

"It's twenty-three...sixty-eight? here, last I checked," she adds, squinting at the ceiling in thought; "though where I'm from it's only twenty-eleven."