Teddy watched the man with a strange mix of amusement and curiosity. It wasn't just the accent, but everything about the man screamed English, from his stance to his umbrella to his careful pronunciation. But Teddy had met English people, and this man just seemed like some sort of living, breathing caricature.
He tried not to show what he was thinking though, shaking the hand that was offered. The man was the only person, the only living thing Teddy had seen since he'd got here, and he really didn't want to offend.
"Astoria." He repeated. He'd never heard of it. "Some sort of ghost town? There's no one here..." Teddy wanted to know more about this place, how weird it was, how empty, but the mention of wounds made him stop dead.
"I... I did cut myself up a bit, when I got here, somehow." Teddy said, frowning as his hand went to the top of his chest, just above his heart, where his t-shirt was not only dusty but stained dark but spots of blood.