Anders squinted a bit as he tried to piece together what 'the late fifty-first century' meant. He was still getting used to the way that people tracked years here. "That's lost on me, I'm afraid," he admitted after a moment. "You people don't even have the same months or years as Thedas." His tone was light, even teasing. He wasn't really frustrated over that. There were worse things to be worried about. "I'm guessing that means you're from the future though? How is it?"