That draws him up short. He leans back on the bar and really strains his booze ridden brain to think about that one. "...It's an illusion. It can seem like a year or more passed but it hasn't. Sometimes it feels like a year has passed but only a few days have happened."

He glances at the bartender and quietly asks for a glass of water. It's something. He has a feeling he's cut off. Probably a good thing anyway. Shiro rests his metal elbow on the bar top. "It depends on what you're doing and how fast you're traveling."

He should ask the question rattling around in his brain. Haven camps? "...can you explain what a haven camp is?"