He nodded a little, holding onto the cup much the same way, brow creasing just a little, "Still confused." He admitted, "But there's not much that losing my cool over it is going to help."

His brow creased then, rolling the cup slowly between his hands before taking a sip, looking at her once more, "I'm going to say something, and it's going to sound crazy, and I know it is, but it's the only thing that makes sense." He pressed the tip of his tongue against the edge of his teeth just briefly, as if he had to brace himself before continuing with: "I think I'm from the future. Or, I mean, this is the past, to me."