[Rip doesn't ask, nor will he. He's made it a policy to learn as little about his own personal future as possible, despite every reassurance from his fellows that no one remembers when they go home. He will not put the timeline at risk regardless--cannot, given that he's already been told they defeat Vandal Savage, and in a far more distant time, perhaps also Eobard Thawne. Anything more poses too much of a risk, no matter how the little hints that have slipped may sharpen his curiosity.

Far easier to focus on the situation at present. Sara asks the next logical question, again, just a beat before Rip can offer up the information himself.]

Nearly half a year now. The dimension we're in is removed from the timeline as we know it. [Which accounts both for the differences in what they know from home, and in any gaps between the last time Sara may have seen him in their world, and how long Rip claims to have spent in this one.] And on the whole, quite an effective prison, I'm afraid.

[He could leave it at that; Rip nearly does. But something in her quiet answers, her equally short questions cannot help but to make Rip wonder, and he looks to her with a soft frown.]

Are you quite alright, Sara?