I can imagine. Shifts playing around with ages and timelines... they can get disorienting pretty quickly.

[She takes a better, more appraising look. Grown so much, and seems somewhat hardened by it. And where--and when-- did she come from? But Raine silences her thoughts.] Would you like to sit with me on the porch and have some lemonade? It should give you some time to gather your thoughts, at least...