James nods. He doesn't think about family very much these days, but he agrees with the sentiment. He would have been proud to have a daughter like Sansa. He's grateful that Evelyn seems to appreciate the straightforward approach.

It's not that he forgets that she's been here a long time, but sometimes he forgets what that really means. Evelyn must have seen so many people come and go over the years, while she remained here, stuck in a time and place far away from her own. She remembers, even when those who come back don't.

"Was he from your world?" He wonders if she's cleaning out the desk, or going over his work for some reason. Maybe it doesn't matter either way; maybe it's just something she's keeping busy with.

"Evelyn... Have you been out of here since you got back?"