"Oh!" Trudy says, then furrows her eyebrows. "Hmmmmmm..." She takes a swig from the bottle of whiskey, and this thought is sufficiently distracting that she doesn't even flinch. "I did find a reservation book, and the last entries were in 1989, so that would suggest that this isn't a post apocalyptic future." She sounds a little bit disappointed about that fact. "Alternate universe, then?" She passes the bottle back.