[ Daisy's good at ducking and sidestepping whenever they get too close to something she probably doesn't want them to touch on. He can tell, because it's the exact same sort of thing he does. But he goes with the flow, a shrug of a shoulder: ]

I wasn't specific. But I guess it must be about six months living in the city now. Since getting back from the, uh... [ he waves a hand, a vague gesture, because how do you mime 'getting dusted out of existence'? ] The whole Blip. Thing.