Blaze looks surprised when he gasps, taking another look at the secondary view and the big shaggy mammals roaming around down there. Good time to do a little loop round: they're high enough that the animals don't seem bothered.

"Bison? Don't have those in your time?" she asks, unaware why they might be so remarkable to Jesse. Even if she hasn't run across a lot of big wildlife since she awoke. Apparently Golden Age conservation (and a long period of noninterference) was good enough that they don't remember it was ever necessary. "They're native to this continent, right? Haven't seen 'em elsewhere."

She might love this planet, but there's so much she doesn't know about it any more.