George grinned. "Ah, excellent. I am getting rather good at guessing that sort of thing."
"I am from 1939, where people are equally certain the end of the world is nigh," he said. "Of course, for many of us it is." He smiled slightly. "But not for everyone. And this place really is spectacular, isn't it?" He admired the buildings, his eyes sliding over the people who walked by as inobtrusively as he could. Aliens. How wonderful.