( Yes, shame on Ian for saying stuff that might be true but that Lance doesn't necessarily want to hear. Who does that to somebody, really? Terrible, rude.

He shrugs an absent shoulder, flickering his eyes around the dirt, the lights, the beams, the general cave aesthetic of the room around them. Several hundred years out of date doesn't really... feel all that out of date right now, considering. )

You were in New Amsterdam for a while.

( He offers up generously. Not that Lance was really working in the field then, but it's still a little exposure to the way humanity progressed, right? Better than nothing. )

Besides, how different could it be? People are still... people. Living with them doesn't feel all that drastically different. Not so far, anyway.