Lucius took his seat, his mind racing with questions. Where to start? He'd received a rather mixed welcome to the village, which wasn't really surprising. Lucius had never gone out of his way to be pleasant to people, in fact, he was usually as unpleasant as possible. He didn't like people; people cause problems, people can't be trusted.
"Well," he began, absently reaching for a whisky glass that wasn't there (why couldn't that have come with him too?) "what was the last thing you remember from your time? What were we doing? What was the state of our world?" A fairly broad question, but it was a good starting point.