[ Taking a cookie as well, she bites into it and nods as Annabeth comes to her realization. ] You know I used to hide it? Because somehow, a version of being taken to another place unwillingly has happened to me before, and I didn't want to mix up my own timelines. We'll get to that, and clearly I've relaxed about it. I didn't even notice I slipped.

[ She doesn't want to make things more confusing than they could possibly be, by jumping around her life. ] My uncle was an archeologist, someone's told me about a movie...Indiana Jones? Sort of similar from what I've been told, only, we stayed where we were once something significant was found, and worked with the locals to find out where it properly belonged.

[ Lamb had always stressed the importance of museums and artifacts staying in their location of origin, to stay where it was found to tell the story of an entire people. ] In return, I was given local tutors, taught the language and customs. It was my version of school from the time I was four until I was eighteen. Every continent except Antarctica, though not for lack of trying on Lamb's part.

[ It was unconventional, and she loved it then, but it didn't make things easy, and after a pause, she looks at Annabeth with a rueful smile. ]

I didn't do very well with others when I went to nursing school. I had to learn.