Oh, absolutely. Unfortunately whatever powers control this place didn't see fit to send me with my ship. [Which would have put Rip at a much better starting point than where he currently stands.] More to the point, it's all but impossible to pull the technology I'd require from the closets. There seems to be a rather hard limit on it; I wind up with models and toys rather than time drives.

[Because Rip has absolutely tried.

And that just scratches the surface, as Janeway herself speculates a moment latter.] Indeed. There is evidence, empirical though it may be, that when someone is returned to their original universe they go back to the exact point they'd been pulled from. Moreover, no one here appears to age; in particular there have been several teenagers who have been here reportedly for years, yet their development has simply stopped--as if time does not flow within this dimension.

[It's akin to the Vanishing Point, the realm where the Time Masters had headquartered on the edge of the timeline, and yet even more extreme even in those basic principles.]

Thankfully so, assuming the Temporal Prime Directive is the equivalent of doing no harm to the timeline. [The charge of the Time Masters, and one Rip still at least attempts to adhere to in spite of everything.]