"A decade? So, just under a century advanced? Interesting."

She watches the floating objects a moment longer and then turns, or most of her does. She sort of...lags a moment, leaving an afterimage in her wake. Another version of her stares on at the moving assembly of items while the primary, mostly solid version returns her full attention to the Skeleton at hand.

"Ah, right, terribly rude of me," she says and sounds not at all apologetic about her priorities or potentially being rude. "My name is Rosalind Lutece, and you are? Or, perhaps, were?"