Stella's guessing this probably isn't a good time to ask what he's keeping them safe from. It is rather hot out here during the day. She nods and starts moving towards one of the covered and air conditoned jeeps they had brought out here. A bunch of other questions spring to mind anyway. She realizes he must have been have been conscious within the crystal entrapping him. Conscious but not able to move for over three thousand years. And that the pulse of the crystal had been his heartbeat. She shivers at the thought of not being to move. "You might just have to dress like the natives do today. They wear really loose shirts and pants." She's glad when her father slips into the drivers seat. She opens the  back passenger door, motioning for him to get in.