[ juno keeps it short this time, the handshake anyways, and it's better than the first to say the least, feels a little more fitting here too, and he gives it a firm squeeze before letting go. Janus, he rolls around in his mind. Janus. Good. Strong. Ever since he'd been lectured fancifully on the importance of names, he finds himself thinking about them more than ever (more than he'd like, really.) he tips his head with a "huh." ]

So, what? Like Twentieth century-ish?

[ he's no historian, but that sounds about right. swords still around for use. satellites to mars--those didn't happen for a while and while juno wasn't an honor roll student, mars' history is something he'd clung to in the back of his mind. ]

Way earlier. Like, before the Martians earlier. Before they started the first terraforming efforts earlier.

[ you're basically ancient history. ]