[ There's plenty of time. Steve's been aboard the Moira for nearly six months now, and still, it seems they are a long way from getting to the place that's going to take them home. But that is something he'd rather not mention right away, instead choosing to answer Andyr's question with a familiar pitch that somehow manages not to sound practiced. ]

Got it right, I think. [ It hasn't technically been that long ago for him—four years. But four years in the twenty-first century has come with so much more than the twenty-seven years he'd lived before he'd crashed into that ocean. ] Back where I'm from, when I was younger, the world went to war. Either you enlisted or got drafted, but that didn't happen for me. Got turned away for health reasons, though that didn't stop me from trying every chance I got. [ Steve remembers exactly how many times someone had told him no before one person had finally said yes. The thought brings a partial smile to his face, following the other towards the mess hall without much complaint. ] I met this doctor - [ just before my best friend got shipped off ] - who saw something others couldn't, I guess. Told me about this serum...

[ They step into the mess hall as he mentions that, a tilt of his head to look Andyr over sort of casually. He wants to ask him if he'd been on the run, considering his clothes, but that's a little too impolite to be brought up without any sort of leeway into the conversation. ]

That's pretty much how it went. [ He shrugs. ] Sorry you got dragged into all of this, Andyr. [ As if an apology would do much good, but it's something. ]