"Whoa," said Quentin, eyes wide as he stared at Julia. She definitely was giving off the badass vibes. "Thanks, Jules."

And okay, maybe there was more to say than that, so after he was done being surprised, he pulled himself together. "So you made it here, too? How long have you been here? Did you make it-"

'to Fillory' was what he was going to say, but he realized the problem as soon as he thought about it. Julia clearly wasn't from the future, from the time when they had worked out at least some of their differences and were working together to find their childhood dream. This was going to be way more awkward than that.

He paused as he tried to think of a better question. He eventually settled on something far more general. "Are you- have you been okay?"