Five months. Okay. It should be weird, but when your final memories actually consist of feeling like you've been somewhere and something other than the guy deep in karate drama, it's-- strange, sure, but it's not the end of the world.

What's actually stranger is when she goes on about the time, offering more questions that hit on a few thoughts he was having, but they can wait.

(Like, hey, is there a reason he's having trouble remembering anything after a specific point? Because that one's been bugging him.)

But a place to stay, that's a good thing to focus on, and his mouth slips into an appreciative smile.

"That'll be my first good news today. This--" He gestures down himself, scoffing. "--really isn't my thing. And I'd like to know what's been your thing."

Yes, he's throwing an obvious look to the weapon, what seems like a sword. And just her whole new look, thanks to five months of not being in LA.

"You got time now?"