"So do I, although I think this place might take that to an all new level of extreme," she drawls, taking another sip of her drink, looking exasperated for a moment. "And yes, that. Not something I think I'd want to mess with, normally. Again, something else this place has taken to extremes. Although apparently nothing here effects back home. Which is good, I suppose, since my friends all come from different times."

And there's a chance she might die in a year. Not that she wants to think about that too much. Alternate reality. That's the explanation they're going with.