Blindsided. That's the only word that Bobby could think to describe this whole situation. From showin' up in steam powered world, then to fighting and breaking out of Nazis R' Us in World War II, then, last but not least Mira wanting to go out on a date with him. Or whatever it was. He liked to think of it as a date.
Bobby found the portkey that he needed to take to get to London easily. He was always good with directions and things like that. It didn't take him none to long to find the pub either.
Walkin' into the place he realized that pubs weren't too different to the roadhouses and dive bars that he used to be a frequent customer of in the States during his time. He surveyed the room quickly to find that his Knight had already beat him there.
And, for those of you that are curious, no he was not wearing jeans for a change. In fact, he looked somewhat presentable. No stains on his clothes or anything. But, as always, he was wearing a trusty baseball cap.
He walked over to her and sat down right next to her with his back to the wall. "Hello gorgeous." He never sat in a public place without his back to a wall.