Sophia squinted her eyes just a little when mister Locke walked up. He looked familiar but she couldn't quite place why. With a mental shrug she marked it down as not that important. He definitely wasn't the Mister Locke she'd met before. He'd been bald, and kind of weird. "Well my dear mother always said you could attract more flies with honey than with vinegar. It's a pleasure to meet you both." She was trying to buy time.
"I am, actually, but I'm afraid we are very far from the United States now... When would be an easier question to answer, but I should quit beating around the bush." She reached into the stiff pocket of her top and pulled out her phone. The black box nearly identical to theirs. "You are in the year 2020, May third to be exact. And we are on a space station, in a galaxy with a name that I can't pronounce, in a solar system that my accent makes difficult." Sophia stopped there, and watched their reactions. Everyone's was different, but she wanted to be ready if something like that was too much for either man to handle. Without knowing when they were from there was no way to know if either would know what she was even talking about.
"The how is also pretty difficult to explain." She couldn't help but give mister Locke and apologetic glance.