The other guy looked and sounded like he hadn't much hope left. Peter gritted his teeth. He was not going to give up so easily, nor was he willing to just wait for answers to be given at their captors' leisure. "My money's on this pompous-ass management, but they aren't talking," he offered, irritation colouring his own words. "Douche bags wouldn't even see me themselves."
The question made Peter look up, re-examining the other man. "Yeah, that's right. It was 2011 last I checked. Also June." He still wasn't entirely certain he believed in this time travel crap... though why some whack job would go to all this trouble just to set up a mass kidnapping and make his prisoners merely think they'd been thrown eighty-odd years in the past, he had no idea. Then again, he still had no idea what he was doing here in the first place.
"What about you, then?" he asked, looking the other man up and down. "You from this time or just trying to blend? Also, you got a name, mate?"