For a moment, Troy hesitated to respond. He wasn't really sure what he was supposed to say to that. So, he stood there staring at the man with a slightly slackened jaw while he worked to fomulate a response. "Uh. Oh." Not his most intelligent moment, but then Troy didn't have many of them, anyway. "Sorry?" he asked more than stated.
He paused and nodded when the man asked about the year. It must not have been the right year for him back home. Troy wondered if he was the only one who came from the right time, sometimes. "Yeah 2012. It's kinda weird here..." he offered with a weak and sheepish sort of smile.
Troy never really understood people who turned to alcohol to erase or hide from their problems; it didn't make anything any better, in his experience. Still, he knew that people did it and this guy was obviously one of them, so Troy supposed he'd do his best. "Maybe we get you one of these, first," he said reaching under the neck of his shirt with one hand and pulling out the amulet he wore around his neck at all times. "So you don't turn into the girl from the Exorcist."