Her theory makes him laugh, though not cruelly.

“Cryogenic sleep? No. The laws of nature don’t change just because you’ve been asleep a few centuries.” So says half of the magical manifestation of a painting...

“The kind of information we need isn’t going to be written on a clipboard and carried around. But I can tell you for sure that this isn’t the world you came from.” He turns serious again, suddenly, staring out into the dense foliage.

“And that means it isn’t safe for you to be here. Not for long.”