"I've been here about two months," he says, because that's both somehow weirder and not as weird, in his opinion. "It was 1918 when I got here, but I've only been here for two months, and the moment before I got here, I was in a plane filled with highly sensitive explosive materials." That he'd just shot at, but he doesn't mention that part where he had willingly taken them out.

"Felicity," he says, warmly. "It's nice to meet you, even if you are a century ahead of me."