"The whole thing in-" he begins, bewildered, because that's completely unfamiliar territory to him. He's heard of the place, certainly, read literature about the religious and secular customs to be found in the country, but his reaction is a big clue that he's from before that period in time. And if it's not enough of a clue, the spreading realization across his face as he puts together his own information to arrive at a conclusion will confirm it. "Whatever it is you're speaking about, I suspect I haven't seen it yet. I've heard that people here come from different time periods or even worlds, which seems rather... odd to me, but I suppose there must be a point."

Mulcahy closes the doors of the cabinet he'd been looking in, having found it full of normal teacups and saucers, nothing exciting, intending to move on to the rest of the house-slash-church. "The Korean War, although they're still calling it a police action. For me, it's 1953; I understand for some people here, the year they know is much closer to 2053 than mine. It sounds like you're one of those."