[It would have been a lie to say she didn't flinch ever so slightly beneath his gaze. It was as if he were trying to look right through her. Not that she thought he was accusing her of lying. Again, she had no reason to. Not anymore.]

I wouldn't know about that.

The year I came from, just before I was brought to Haven, was After Colony 1-9-0. The War had still been going on at the time. I had been right in the middle of it all.

[An interesting pronoun choice. I, not we, when until a moment ago she had been specifically referring to the home and people she'd been born into.]