He's honestly never deal with time travel. Time tends to run in a line and he goes down that line properly, normally. The clothing feel so out of place, even though he used to wear the style all the time. He knows the year is wrong, at least.

He ran a hand down his outfit and moved away from the table. "So it seems." He said, and started to follow the other towards the door, only to pause and raise a brow. "If I had known someone by those names, I would tell you, but as of now, I do not." They weren't on his death list so there was no reason to know them yet. "Are they friends or problems?"