"but... like is it even the date anymore? If you're from... God, whenever, and I'm from- and Kern isn't even from Earth!"

Existential meltdown in progress!

It's around then that her glasses clatter to the floor, along with every stitch of clothing on her. This has happened without any intervention on her part. Which may have been interesting to watch, if one is interested in watching a shirt and brassiere fall through a person's torso.