Lucius grimaces and looks between Watson and then to Izzy. He had not thought to mention that yet, given that they just got past the shock and awe of electric lights and washing machines, but now he's on the spot about it. Lovely. Love that.

"Yeah, so...the people here seem to think that the Year of your Lord and mine or whatever, 1717, is actually something like three hundred years in the past? There's a few people bopping about from the far flung future, and other places, and whatnot. It's all kind of hazy."

It also sounds entirely insane and, had he not been here a while he'd have had a lot of trouble absorbing that. None of what he's just said has helped convince him that this isn't Hell. Whether it will convince Izzy, he can't really say.

"We are, apparently, rather antiquated." He scrunches his nose and shrugs.