[Only now does Rip have the first inkling that something could potentially be off with her. Even then, however, whatever mental nudge he feels can be easily explained away to her status as one newly arrived. Only a day, and not a beat later she beats Rip to the question he'd been about to ask next. Always, always it must come down to a matter of the timeline, and he's quietly impressed that it had been her first thought too.

Of course, that does little to make his answer easier; Rip glances down, his hands coming to rest on his hips now that they're close enough to have a normal conversation.]

The last thing I remember. [Oh, it's not that he needs to strain to think; far from it. Even now, so many months later, Rip can remember the conversation perfectly. But if Sara has yet to live it, then revealing too much could inform her of a tragedy she hasn't yet faced, far before she should have to.]

You and I were having a conversation when Gideon informed us we were ready to make the time jump to Saint-Lo, France, in 1944. [Rip doubts Sara would mistake the time for anything else if she does remember it. And if she doesn't, then Rip has hopefully given away nothing to make her suspicious.] You might have been pulled from a completely different time; in fact, given the way things go around here, I suspect it's likely.