"Huh. That's....slightly later than I was thinking."

He's thrown, visibly thrown. He can't help it. The smile he'd been returning to...younger slang man flickers and dies thanks to his total lack of acting skills. There was no blueprints for that era. Totally post war- current era, even. What were the programmers thinking-

But no time for that. He could pick up some of that first bit, and it's much easier to just run with that, even if his eyebrows are still knitted together in concern.

"And I could trounce. I've got trouncing capacity."