John was woke from his comfortable nap by someone tripping over his leg and even more so by the angry female cursing him. He lifted himself up so he was resting on his elbows peering up at the enraged Time Lady, he was tempted to yell back but seeing how incredibly gorgeous she was he held his tongue briefly. When he did speak it was clear he found it all amusing that she was pissed off at him for her not minding her steps “You know you tripped on me…I didn’t make you do that” He set up as he lifted his hands as if in defense of himself “Hey…hey no reason to threat with hot coffee that stuff stings like hell…” The human rose up from the ground, the faint scent of pheromones lingering about him as a human from early 51st century and garments a mix of centuries. But the Time Agent band would be evident to her eyes, tell-tell sign of his former job.