Jake started to back up. The way Kida paused made him wonder why she'd get so worked up over this.
Still, he couldn't find it within himself to say that he had been making it all up. There wasn't really much of a reason to hide more than he needed to.
"I...I'm not from 1928. I'm from 1998." He stared at her, starting to feel concerned about whether or not he'd have to make a run for it. That dangerous tint in the woman's voice wasn't something to take lightly. He noticed the way she moved her hand, as if she was about to reach for a weapon. "It's not at least until 1936 for the first programmable computer to exist. In Germany... What is it, Kida? Why are you getting so worked up over this?"
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Still, he couldn't find it within himself to say that he had been making it all up. There wasn't really much of a reason to hide more than he needed to.
"I...I'm not from 1928. I'm from 1998." He stared at her, starting to feel concerned about whether or not he'd have to make a run for it. That dangerous tint in the woman's voice wasn't something to take lightly. He noticed the way she moved her hand, as if she was about to reach for a weapon. "It's not at least until 1936 for the first programmable computer to exist. In Germany... What is it, Kida? Why are you getting so worked up over this?"