"Sorry," Connor blurted immediately, apologetically. "I keep forgetting people are from so many different times here. I'm from the twenty-first, too. Two thousand and nine, to be exact." He grinned again, just as sheepishly, and shrugged. "Yeah... Computers, mostly, I've been dabbling with them since I was a kid. My dad thought I should focus on that, make a living off of it. Should've heard him when I told him I wanted to study paleontology instead."
It hadn't gone well, and had just sparked yet another fight in the Temple household. But by his late teens, Connor was used to that. And he'd had Duncan, and Tom, too. A thought which would've brought a melancholy look to his face were he not busy trying to stay alive in the big glass box...thing.