Whether he wants to get reactions or not, the fact remains that Frank has been irreversibly changed by his experience in Reims. And he knows by this place as well. Whether his body experienced all of those things or they're merely the memories he carries now doesn't seem to matter. He notes Maine glancing him over and looks down at his own clothes to see if anything's amiss. He generally dresses like a hobo here, layers of secondhand clothing in varies stages of disrepair, and today is no exception. It almost makes him miss the handmade cotton jumpsuit he always wore in Reims.

The tech. He shrugs a shoulder, understanding enough what he's being asked. "It's older than what I'm used to. Maybe from 1920, tops."