[He's about to tell her to please not touch buttons at random. He'd really rather not his first reliable contact with the outside world end up turned into ash or something from rampant button-pushing. Then, however, there's something else confusing.]

... uh, [wait a second] I mean, yeah, I'll take anything at this point. Like, even a rubik's cube or something... [When she had said things looked too futuristic she meant, like, the pods, right? Not just this mall? Not just, like, a ridiculous pretzel dog?]

[... oh, man.]

Uh, Ms. Elkwood, where did you say you were from? [And, uh, when?]