It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Credence! [ he looks around them for a second before he casually swings his arm around the poor boy's shoulders. ] Let's not talk in the middle of a busy street! Best to keep moving.

[ he tips his head thoughtfully as they go. ] And no, not rude at all! I do happen to be displaced. Winter of 1926, to be precise. [ he glances over at credence's attire. ] Not to sound presumptuous, but I suppose you come from around the same period.