Castiel said nothing for a moment, silently (a little creepily, one might think) regarding this professional negotiator who called himself Roger Smith.
"You are not from this time," he observed bluntly, when he spoke at last. He stared intently at the negotiator, radiating with a solemnity best befit Holy Communion than a casual drink down at the pub. "Perhaps you recognise this face?" It was a long shot, but as of now, the Travellers were his only leads.