'S ok.
Narvin arched an eyebrow at him. "Hardly any of your business, now is it?"
He made an unimpressed sound. "You mean, aside from the pollution, wars, crimes and primitives everywhere? I'm sure it's delightful."
He dropped the sarcasm and regarded him seriously, the smile having little effect beyond a narrowing of his eyes. "I remember how I arrived, unfortunately, the precise mechanism is beyond my ability to use to return. Unless I had a ship."
He doesn't answer the first question, but purposefully. He's CIA, he doesn't answer questions that would be more informative to others than they were to him.