Standing up the guy didn't look exactly intimidating in his old fashioned clothes, but Diego knew better than to take a threat for granted. He didn't look half as ridiculous, but that didn't change the fact that these weren't his clothes and he had no memory of getting here.

He raises his chin in acknowledgement but doesn't lower the silverware. "Diego." He looks him up and down. "What year are you supposed to be from?"

As far as he knows, time travel is possible, though he hasn't heard of Five going back that far. "And what do you mean by we?"