I see... Is it because it’s not real?

[... she seems to realize she’s prying after a moment and shakes her head, pigtails swaying gently as she moves on.]

It was spring at home, and now it’s almost winter... skipping months or a year really isn’t a good feeling like this, is it? Time travel really is a lot more complicated than you’d expect.

[Possibly the understatement of the actual year, but y’know.]