"Jack Robinson." He wasn't quite used to dropping the 'Detective Inspector' from that, yet, but he was getting there. It had helped more than Jack expected, to think of the Inn as a sort of retirement.
Fortunately, he hadn't stopped thinking like a policeman yet, and he filed away a number of things. The man sounded American, for one, and might well have been a soldier of some kind himself; Jack recognized that scrabbling for a sidearm move. But he was clearly more scared and shocked than aggressive, so Jack kept his tone calm and body language easy. "This place is called the Madonna Inn, which is located in California. On Earth, should it matter." As, he'd heard, it sometimes did. "And I'm sorry, both to say it and be obvious, you're not where you were before." Or possibly when, as Jack knew from personal experience, but it was best to adjust to only one shock at a time.
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Fortunately, he hadn't stopped thinking like a policeman yet, and he filed away a number of things. The man sounded American, for one, and might well have been a soldier of some kind himself; Jack recognized that scrabbling for a sidearm move. But he was clearly more scared and shocked than aggressive, so Jack kept his tone calm and body language easy. "This place is called the Madonna Inn, which is located in California. On Earth, should it matter." As, he'd heard, it sometimes did. "And I'm sorry, both to say it and be obvious, you're not where you were before." Or possibly when, as Jack knew from personal experience, but it was best to adjust to only one shock at a time.