He's quick to lift a palm and blurt out "No, no, I believe you." in an entirely unconvincing tone, and he at least hopes it wasn't too patronizing. Now, he knew about the strange capitol city that was called nothing, so the strange and uncreative sons of bitches who lived there had to live their lives calling it the Capitol. He'd crack wise about that, or he'd ask how Ellie had liked her time there before she was brought to the slaughter, but then he's nodding slow and heavy and saying, "Just like I believe you about those aliens."

But hey, he'd heard about supposed time travel. He's just glad he's not the only one that may be a bit touched in the head. That the words were coming from a girl just baffled him, because he knew all about spinning yarns but never to a stranger so lost like he was. That was just bad manners.

He retreats to his opposite end of the space. He keeps his back to close to where the the opening is. He wiggles, nestles in. "So," he starts casually. "Where you from?"