[Idly, she glances at the Pip-Boy on her wrist, flicking a few dials before the information she wanted popped up onto the screen. The date had frozen in time the moment she had stepped into this weird place.]

Still November 24th, 2281. It's been like that ever since I got here. Keeps the time right, though. Automatic mapping also still works. Everything else is just frozen.

[That wasn't quite true. Her biometrics information still fluctuated a little, but she hadn't been significantly injured since coming here.]