If the outfit was a distraction, it certainly was distracting. The Jolly good wouldn't have been out of place, but neither would a bowler hat or a bull-dog on a leash. Anyway, Mycroft really doesn't have much to fear from this boy.
Who, he just realizes, didn't introduce himself, bewitched or perhaps perplexed by the man in front of him. "Teddy. Teddy Altman. Sorry."
He didn't much like the idea that something had come along and sliced into him, but he was sincerely hoping that a few gashes was all it was. He was sure he could heal up fine, but he didn't like being messed around with and having no memory of it. But that wasn't the most pressing thing right now.
"Why? I mean, why here? Can't we just all go home?" After all, this place had roads and sidewalks and paths- they had to go somewhere, to the edge of it, and there had to be roads and railways out, right?