Elena Michaels & Jem
"Jem Carstairs," he nodded, taking her hand and shaking it firmly. "I believe I've seen you before, but I've never had the honor of speaking with you."
He nodded politely and took a bite of his burger.
"These are quite good, actually," he said with a nod. "I rarely had such burgers before arriving here. They were not, ah, part of English cuisine in the 19th century."
Much of what was normal here had been something that Jem had been forced to get used to. But he didn't mind that. He enjoyed new experiences, and this place was certainly full of them.