He's from a time period that's a bit too early to know what I, Spy is, but the mention of 'snow' grabs his attention away from that. There're already several people here who loudly voice their disgruntlement whenever the winter season change comes around, and they're all from Norfinbury. Not that he really blames them; it sounds about as equally depressing as the dusty, barren and broken wasteland he'd landed in before coming here. Just much colder.

"About one and a half years, so not terribly long. I suspect you'll find plenty of familiar faces here, though, if my guess is correct. You're from Norfinbury, aren't you?"