He watched her expression with concern, vaguely worried that she might pass out on him, and was half braced to catch her if she did. He wondered how far it would be to the nearest establishment to ask for some water or something, but she seemed to steady herself. "Of course," he agreed vehemently when she mentioned she needed somewhere to sit down, and half moved to help her get there if she looked like she was having trouble getting there on her own. If she was perfectly capable, though, he was a bit uncomfortable with actively escorting her - just willing to help out if she needed it.
He didn't sit, though he thought about it. He was half inclined to pace though, which meant that he was rolling backwards and forwards on his heels, and couldn't decide if he wanted to clasp his hands in front of him, or behind him. He also was looking every which way before looking back at her. He needed to be doing something now that she had expressed discomfort with the situation. He needed to be making it better, or something, not just standing around being a tool.
"Tell me about it," he muttered when she mentioned this couldn't be happening. Sure, he'd been through his fair share of weird - this wasn't completely outside of the box - but it was still irritated and he still wished that he didn't have to deal with it. Though he supposed that was more wanting it to not be happening than not believing it was. He shook his head faintly to her statement that she'd be bemused about any similarities, and opted not to joke about 'being insulted' right now. "I didn't necessarily mean in terms of... us. But maybe we have something in our genetic..." he swallowed back the word code - she might not follow that. "... history that is similar. Like heart conditions." He was just... throwing things out there. He resisted the urge to cover his eyes in momentary shame.
When she asked of London, he... really wished he'd paid more attention in his Classical History classes so that he could remember what was she was asking about, but it was slipping his mind at the moment. He was pretty sure the World Wars were in the 20/21st centuries, not the 19th, which meant it was likely civil war but... he hadn't a clue. America splitting off? Unlikely, since she seemed to know of America. He exhaled up over his face. Ugh.
"No," he said finally. "Well, I mean.... maybe. I don't travel much in-world. But most of the warring going on in my time is more..." he waved a hand upward. "Intergalactic?" he gave her an awkward smile that was half sympathetic - he knew that was more information than she'd bargained for. "Sorry. That's... forget it. No, there's no war in London, and yes it still exists. Actually, my brother's wife is homegrown there." Aurie was from London, wasn't she? She had the accent. She was at least close!
He had the grace to look sheepish when she mentioned that even him approaching her had thrown her off. "Sorry. Even in my time I'm a bit... brash?" he tried. He wasn't sure if that was the word he was looking for. He rolled his shoulders. "In any case, I'm not sure. If we were greeted by armed guards, that would be one thing -" he looked around, as though suddenly expecting to see them, "- though the fact that they had a house that was specifically tailored for me shows that at least my arrival here was no accident," he raised an eyebrow to her. "I'm guessing you could say the same?"