Neville followed the other man away from the counter, smiling politely at the girl behind it. "Energy signature? That's not something I've ever heard of." He frowned slightly. But yes, lost. British, and in my robes. I'm not- I'm not very good at Muggle clothing."
"New York City? I thought- I mean, I assumed I'd just Apparated a bit farther than usual, not- what?" New York? In the sixties? What- why? What was the point? "What do you mean, no one can leave? Where did you come from? Is this- are these people Muggles, or are we in the Wizarding world. Are you a wizard?" Neville's heart began to race, his breath quickening. Deep breaths, Nev. You'll be alright.
He took a deep breath. "Strong drink sounds about right."