The moment the stake left his hand, he made a mental note not to be caught without one again. If he was going to be stuck in the city, he was damn well going to survive it until he was returned. The if added on was quickly shaken off.
He stepped up to take Sam's hand, giving it a firm shake. There was a moment of hesitation on his part when it came to giving his name. As far as he knew, the warrants and bounties on his head were gone in this reality, as well as his record.
"Eliot Spencer," he replied, the smile turning sheepish. "Happened to you too, huh? I was here for a few months earlier. Second time around, getting used to it again. You said you worked around here?"