Nineteen thirty-four. It isn't as much of a shock as it would've been had he not had opportunity to get used to people coming from different times, but it's still strange. Nearly a hundred years later than the last year James had seen, and nearly a hundred less than he's heard this town seems to be. It's... Strange, to say the least, but unlike many of the other things that are strange in terrible or unsettling ways, this one is just interesting. Fascinating, even. There's so much new to explore.

"James Fitzjames." He shakes Arthur's hand in return when it's offered, his own smile a little more confident; the whole song and dance of introductions is something he's entirely practiced in, even if it sometimes feels like a holdover from another life. Perhaps it was, in a sense.

"It was eighteen forty-eight for me, last. So this is all somewhat unfamiliar." James makes a vague gesture toward the radio, but the truck itself is included in that too.