Simon had arrived in time enough to gather this man was trying to explain the situation to Kaylee, and he flashed a little smile in his direction for the effort. "He's ... I'm sure he's fine," Simon said, glancing briefly toward Neville. "It's New York, '64, on Earth-That-Was before it wasn't."
He exhaled softly. "The others aren't here. It's just me. It's been just me for ... a few weeks," he admitted, uncertain just then how long it actually had been. Two weeks? Three? Time had blurred a little.
"We ... we're stuck here. As far as ... anyone seems to know." He glanced again at Neville before extending a hand. "Simon Tam," he introduced himself in an effort to avoid the awkward 'third wheel' situation.