It was a very modern sort of hat to George. Fitting, he'd thought, given that he considered himself a very modern sort of man, and was now in a very modern time.
"The year 1900," he answered. It was still so very strange, he'd only just arrived here after all, to think that. Time travel, he'd very recently experienced, wasn't meant to be possible. It had been a hoax, a scam, and impossible after all. Though it had been very exciting to think the time machine might actually work.
"So I wouldn't call it a particularly futuristic hat. Not like the ones with just the bit of brim in the front?" Those were odd, and didn't seem at all like hats.