"The computers inside are modern." Not that he knows a modern computer from his pager, but you know. Close enough. "I'm from 2015. Just not July."

If the idea of time travel bothers him, it doesn't sound like it. He'd actually been more concerned by the idea that he'd been in a coma for a few months; hearing that everyone's from a different time is almost reassuring.

Except the year 1946 is specific in its own way. A beat to eye her thoughtfully, then: "The end of the war?"