The flurry of words that came from Allison made her seem almost childish - all those questions, one after another, sounded enthusiastically curious, if only as a result of their number. He supposed he couldn't blame her for being so curious. He was beginning to feel that way about her and her odd approach to interaction.
"No, I'm not going to attack you," he replied with a hint of exasperation. Hadn't he just explained he was a hero? Of course he'd never attack her. "And no I didn't think you were a bad guy. Something malfunctioned or grabbed me, or I don't know, I just fell out of the sky from 2041." He certainly did not know which of those was the true reason for his fall. "It's a fine job, yes I am good at it, and let's talk about something else," he rattled off, hoping that his answers would satiate her curiosity enough so that they could focus on the more pressing issue at hand.
"Are you from this time? 1964?" he asked. Maybe she was displaced, too, and that's why she was so strange. Maybe he wasn't the only one.
He was curious, too, about what she meant by never having been good at being a hero. "Did you used to be a hero?" The way she phrased her words was so unusual that Terry had trouble determined what exactly was in between the lines.