"Not entirely. When I said primitive weapons, I meant it in the literal pre-industrial sense. Slings and arrows, hand-carved spears, that kind of thing. Thankfully, I lucked out and missed the Neolithic era by a few thousand years. I have to admit, any kind of country living kind of looks like it to me, being from a major metropolis."

He shoots a crooked smile across the table. But the man's not wrong--Jess is from a strikingly different place, both time-wise and technology-wise. If Bruce is referring to the multiple worlds theory, he'd be a little surprised to learn the man is getting comfortable with the idea so soon, but maybe not too much. The man's taking things in stride like an Olympic sprinter--and who knows, he has some experience with alternate realities.

Jess can't judge these days. He spends time with a young woman from his history's distant past, and another from his history's future (unlikely future, as he doesn't care to believe the world is destined to become an irradiated wasteland like Raven says), and Vikings, and men who fight giants for a living.

At some point one just has to accept they live with a very, very strange bunch.

"I come from Alexandria, Egypt, born and raised in London."