Alex frowned, just unable to cope with the concept of people being brought from all over time to one place. But then, a year ago he'd had said that there was no extrasolar life at all, and look what had happened with Eros. "I'm from the 23rd century..." he said, shaking his head. "The idea of 1929 is just... so far out of anything I could've imagined."

He held his hand up. "I think I need to be a little more sober to deal with this." Or drunker. He wasn't sure which yet.