"From what I have seen, it would be a different time. Things are a lot more modern," she thinks that's the right word for it so she'll stay with it, "here and for others. Where are you from though?" Maybe it can be pieced together, this puzzle of being brought to whatever the Gardens are - because they are more than just gardens clearly, far too sprawling and large and full of oddities to be something so seemingly simple.

"Zinc?" She repeats it, the name odd to her. "I have not heard a name like that before." Hell, the element won't even be named until after her death.