Uh, well, gee. I'd guess it was something like eighteen years ago, from my time. But whatever. It's not like I advertised the fact until Wanda showed up.

[Although it feels pretty damn obvious, to him.]

Seems to me like the first order of business should be to figure out a way home. Or at least why we're here. Toad, I know you've been poking around the ship. Found anything useful?