[ Vasiliy starts off thinking that Finally, she's showing some healthy skepticism and reasonable suspicion, but that thought comes to a grinding, blood-freezing halt when she turns that skepticism toward the one untruth in all of this: from 2018. Not technically false, but he's from the thirties. He came from 2018, most recently.

But this is just suspicion. He's speaking English, so it's not like she can pick up the discrepancy between what he says and how he says it. Still—he needs to stamp out this train of thought on her part, carefully, without seeming too emphatic. ]

It was November 2018 when I went to bed last night. Point number two, he could make my hand bleed if he wants us to go outside and get captured or hurt. This letter, it could be distraction.