"Um. Maybe?" He laughs to himself awkwardly, reaching for his communicator and rifling through it for the training logs he'd dug up in his search for whatever his powers are. "Rumor has it that there's some kind of time problem and I'm actually supposed to be a lot older."

It feels weird to explain or even think of, the idea that he's supposed to be anything but what he is. But it's the best he has, and he finds a video and stills it on a shot of his older self rising from a shot, cheek just lifting off of the rifle. "Apparently that's me. Will be me?" He hands the communicator over so she can take a closer look. "It's weird."