Sam rolled his eyes in response. Same old Gene no matter what time he was living in. He seemed to have adjusted well enough, Sam supposed he should be glad of that. Few things were more frightening then Gene Hunt when he was on a tear about something, and being dropped 40 years in the future was enough to knock most people off balance.
Gene was handling it in stride, and Sam wasn't going to let Gene show him up. He was the seasoned time traveler after all, and he was only a few years in the future, rather than 33 years in the past.
"Mitchell, he seems like an okay guy. Helped me find you, anyway." Sam shrugged. Half his pint was gone already. How did that happen?