The outside world could have been a number of things. The least of which a prison, the worst touching on a place of existence cut away from all else. Renamon could believe any number of things, any number of worlds with different lifestyles. The way Leanne whispered the words gave more than the simplicity of the phrase. Renamon looked at her, truly, and took in that the mention of possible different times didn't phase the girl. That was enough of a reassurance to move forward.

The Digimon shook her head once. "I'm not. And none of the people here are. Possibly even including those who are in charge of this institute." She watched Leanne, bright eyes near-staring. "I'm from a world where there exists a normal world overlaid with a Digital one, made from the information created in the physical world." She quirked a corner of her mouth, aware that that was a bit of a strange amount of information to take in.