"Yes, I suppose it was," Ford says neutrally, setting his coffee down. He doesn't immediately meet her eyes, but not in an exaggerated sort of way. "At least this time, I know for sure it's been another year!" Now that he's on a subject he's more comfortable with, his eyes go back to Laura. "Last year I'd gone from September in the Arctic Ocean to February Barge-time, and it felt a little bit like squeezing in an extra one. Then again, I'm technically dead and haven't aged a day, so they really might not count at all, on the Barge." He gives a shrug.