Maeve offers them an apologetic smile. "Yes. July."

She shakes her head. "I haven't seen a year printed on anything." 2077. That's later even than her. "It was somewhere around 2050 back home. For me, anyway." She's not certain what to say, but she'll try all the same. "This place seems to bring people from various points in time, so I'm not sure there's any rhyme or reason for it." She hopes that's helpful and not less so.