Yes. [ Yakov's eyes narrow for a moment as he tries to make sense of it; predictably, he comes back with no clear-cut answer. She's still a lot closer to the world he knew for his entire life (at least up until a few days ago) than the crewmen of the ex-Adamant or the other new arrivals, and the seemingly shared context of Slavic cultures is something to be grateful for.
He sits on the other end of the bunk, resting the sharp points of his elbows on equally bony knees, and turns his head in her direction to offer another piece of clarifying informationβ ]
I am from the year 1917. I was drafted to fight in the Great War.
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He sits on the other end of the bunk, resting the sharp points of his elbows on equally bony knees, and turns his head in her direction to offer another piece of clarifying informationβ ]
I am from the year 1917. I was drafted to fight in the Great War.