He looked up as the man approached, then frowned. "Nineteenth century," he said out loud. "Maybe early twentieth." His clothes weren't reproductions. He could tell at a glance. And that was strange. And intriguing. He looked around the shopping mall, which was clearly early twenty-first century, at least a hundred years from this man's time, if he was any judge. And he was.
"Long way from home, you," he said softly, eyes narrowing. Just as he was.