"Several somethings actually," he corrected, trying not to think about how this was what his mother usually did while he hid at home.
With a deep sigh, he looked up at the woman. She was pleasant, not at all unattractive, and was holding... a sword. Okay then. With a blink, John took a step forward and continued.
"See.. I'm..." A time-traveler? Try again. "Lost."