The mime continued. Troy pointed at himself in a big gesture, both index fingers indicating his chest. Then he made a circle with one of his hands and put it to the center of his forehead. He was trying to indicate those little reflective headbands that doctors wore on television sometimes, but whether that would come across... well.
Oh. Right, he had a telephone. He didn't need to mime his name.
Troy pulled out his StarkPhone and started typing in a message.
Dr. Troy Smith. Geographer. Dream-alien. Here to help.