At this point, Terry was ready to resign himself to the fact that he wouldn't be getting much out of Allison. Twenty-two, so not from this time, he mentally repeated, resisting the urge to shake his head. Under different circumstances, he would have been able to appreciate the humor in that remark, but he was exhausted and lost in time. Such factors tended to damper one's sense of humor.
And the way she smiled and asked him if he'd rather talk...maybe she was mocking him after all. Whatever, he thought dismissively. I shouldn't just hang around here like this anyway. He needed to find a way back to 2041. Or at least to Gotham.
"I should go," he said, glancing upward and mentally preparing himself for a thorough search of the city. He wasn't sure what exactly he'd be looking for, but he figured something would turn up eventually. "Nice talking to you," he said, mostly because he didn't know how else to end the odd conversation they had.