Mike considered the man who crouched beside the bench. It struck him as a particularly odd thing to ask, coming across someone you'd never met before. In fact, about everything he said was strange. It was probably a bit early to judge just where that fell on a scale compared to having conversations with demons, or being teleported places by blue mutants. But it was right up there.
"Mike," he returned the introduction. "My day's just beginning. The run's for my health. The fact it clears my head is a benefit." He continued in answer to the questions he'd been asked. He'd never used it as a way of running from anything, but more to sort through it. To take some time to himself and figure out his next move. He'd always been a planner. Taking a measured approach to every problem. The last year or so had only solidified the theory that him acting on impulse was a far worse idea.
"What about you? Anyone other 'nocturnal animals' here, or are you the only one?" At this point he was probably going to be surprised to run into another actual human. Or at least one from the same century as him.