Nathaniel was shutting down. He knew he screwed up, and Remington was going to freak the kid out so bad they'd never get back. So he changed his tone. "It's okay, Nathaniel. I get it.. you wanted to help. But you really need to ask before using magic like this."
Sighing, Remington tried to collect his thoughts. They were in Rome, ancient Rome. Fuck. Remington had no idea the djinn was so powerful. They'd traveled back in time, and if they weren't careful, couldn't they fuck up the whole time space continuum thing? What if they undid their own existence! "What's it going to take for you to get us back? Can you do it quickly?" Remington didn't know how this stuff worked.