"Were you?" Jenny asks, brightening somewhat, the sheer coincidence of it pleasing enough that she forgets, for a moment, that the time she comes from is different than most people here. It's a habit that will take more adjusting to on her part; after seventeen years of it speaking for itself, she hasn't yet fully developed the reflex to expect otherwise, which is, perhaps, why it still seems so noteworthy each and every time. Right now, all she really sees is that she's found someone she's connected with so easily, and it's — he's — so refreshing that the island's particulars don't seem to matter as much. "To study what?"