Horace wasn't paying much attention to anything around him. Even if he had known what there was to fear beyond the usual criminals, nothing could hurt him anyway. Besides, he had something considerably more pleasant to care about, and he would have reacted quickly enough if anything threatened her.
He wouldn't have known what year it was anyway. But that sounded about right, so he nodded. "Wouldn't've minded that, personally. Better than waking up in prison every day." Especially on Carnate, with its blood-soaked ground and hate-filled air. Even the worst of the inmates weren't as bad as the monsters. "Are you missing people or something? I mean, I don't know, you just sound kind of sad." He shrugged.