Re: 4:15PM
The Doctor was happily poking around at the tent, eying the chain with a certain level of suspicion. That wasn't normal. Nothing about this place was normal. Not the way the air flowed or sound reverberated and certainly not the way this young man was attached to a chain.
"I'm pretty good with time, actually," the Doctor countered cheerfully, stepping up and sitting down at L's table. He tilted his head a little as he regarded the tired looking man.
"Are you alright?" His eyes flitted to the woman as she walked closer with her shotgun. That was... interesting. "What sort of carnival is this, anyway?"