Jake stood listening to her, then a sneer began to form as she kept on about falling in the river, topping it off with asking for the year. She looked sane spare for the last few things she said, but he couldn't be sure. Probably a bad case of heatstroke or something.<br/><br/>"It's hard not to know the year these days." he said, rummaging in his bag, "Eighteen Eighty isn't a time people would forget. Real hard times." He handed her the canteen, "Drink. The sun is a bitch if you don't take care of yourself."