"Aye, that's about right!" he agreed. He'd never really known life could be any other way, and he was having fun now.
"Cold. Wet. But beautiful for all that," he told her. "Aye, I like it just fine," he said with a bit of a shrug. "Mill's on the island now," he added as a sort of afterthought.
"Ah, one of the island natives!" he nodded. "God, I'm from- near one hundred years in the past," he told her.