Good. Shock was wearing away. Roger didn't have to feel so awkward now that he didn't have to worry about walking on egg shells. Not that Roger was doing that anyway because it was Roger and he didn't know how to ease into things, but still, the feeling was gone that he had to be completely careful. The one good thing was that Mark was from relatively the same place in time he was, so it wasn't like he was far behind in what Roger knew, or vice versa. Because that would be weird.
And here came the questions. Which Roger expected because who wouldn't have questions in this situation? A crazy person, and while Mark filmed odd documentaries (Seriously, his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days?) and had poor taste in women (whores who walked all over him), Mark wasn't crazy. Even if Roger liked to mock him for the Maureen thing.
"Yeah. I'm still twenty seven. Which is weird. But the seal thing pulls people from their own time and brings them here. The whore is here. Only from around Valentine's Day I think?" Really, Roger should ask Mark the last thing he remembered, but Roger had mad skills of deduction. More like, Mark didn't dress up much, so the fact he was sort of dressed up meant that it had to be the funeral.