He stuck his hands deep into his coat pockets, looking a bit flat faced down at the girl now. He had to admit, wearing a clean black flight suit uniform was a lot better then those over sized piles of crap he stole before. Being clean was good too. He liked this, he was deciding.

He didn't like the idea of paradoxes and his future, and priests and what the hell was with his parents and when Uncle Jesse managed to have off spring or what not.

"Good idea, kid. So lets knock off with the reveling of my so called future, which I still don't think you got the right guy, but yes, lets wait and talk to these guys first. Better safe then sorry."

He frowned, shrugging his shoulders up a bit more, hunching. "So... this number, some kid told me, is where I'm staying, yeah? You got one too?"