"America truly, born and raise," he said, though he did tilt his head a bit to the side and wonder about the giggle. What was funny about that? Did she know many Americans, and were they a different breed than what she was expecting from him? He decided that this conversation was turning out a bit weirder than he'd expected, and he was thinking he might like to clear up just how much of a time difference he was dealing with here, assuming he was dealing with one at all.
He did like how she specified his America though, and he did smirk a little at that. So okay, she was cleverer than the attire and time period would suggest. Likely had a bit of spunk to her as well. He thought that she was someone he could get along with, once they could get past this awkward first bit.
"Only the people in the shops and things," Jim said with a vague wave of his hand around. "They've been less than helpful. Kind and polite, of course, very eager to help me find things on the shelf, but they seem to become temporarily stupid when I ask about the location or why I ended up here," he rolled his eyes, than realized - or thought - that that might be more blatant than she was used to, made a face and cleared his throat like he intended to correct his language, and then shrugged.
He did chuckle when she said that he was the strangest thing she'd seen all day, "Guess I'll take that as a compliment," he said. "Though really - I don't have horns or anything. I like to think I'm perfectly respectable, even if I'm not decked out in frills." He gestured to her attire, half implying that to him, she looked silly, though he'd never dream of directly stating it.
"If you don't mind my asking," he said, because he really did want to get this sorted out before he went any further. "Do you happen to know what year it is? Not necessarily here - though if you know that too that'd be great - but in, uh, England, where you came from?"