"I see. So everyone is from the past. Interesting. I'll have to look into that later." He agreed, gaze shifting to a thoughtful one at the idea. Perhaps a collective of displaced time travelers, then. Uncommon, but not unheard of. But so far their MO was vastly different to what he was used to. Which he was actually grateful for, really.
Making a B-line for the coffee machine, easily grabbing one of the cups out of a passerbyers hands and pouring himself a cup carefully before responding. "You know, you're the second person here to tell me that." He offered, taking a sip, and half leaning against the counter, watching the few others unpack casually. Clearly not caring how old he looked, or their opinions, really.