America glances him up and down again. Mark I helmet. Mark I Lawgiver tucked into his boot. She could only guess at what was in his belt pouches. The older shoulderpads. It was like she was talking to a museum piece. When did Dredd graduate? Back in the 2060s?

"Extremely liberal." Her lips thin at some of the past arguments. "They'll accuse you of murder for an execution. We can arrest people, but no sentencing. For some reason they think that trial by jury is still fair." She taps her daystick against her shoulder again, then slips it back into her belt. She readjusts, both fists on her hips in the old Statue of Judgement pose, but it's more casual now. He knows his place, she figures.

She pauses, then cocks her head slightly. "This is going to sound odd, but what year is it for you?"