She’s not one of the locals, then. That or she’s a very good liar. He much prefers the first option, though, and thus far none of the locals have pretended to be newcomers, so he’s going to assume she’s being honest. It’s easier that way.

“Not everyone,” he says simply. “Most of us are, as far as I know, but there’s a handful from before now.” Now being the middle of the twentieth century.

As though he hadn’t been the one to bring it up, he lowers his voice and adds, “it’s best not to talk too much about it, though. Bad things happen to people who step out of line.”