He carefully folded the rag into quarters, keeping what he could of the dirt turned inward where it was more heavily present. Ah, so there were historical differences. He had that feeling before, but he wasn't yet looking at what that meant. History was not usually his strongest point of reference, or even where he focused his efforts.

In ways, he was too simple in his approach to the world.

"The next opportunity for progress in solving both our problems. Ensuring this world doesn't end... and getting me back home." He wasn't smiling anymore, looking both more determined and more serious as he turned to start walking back toward where he'd left the bucket of water. "To the most important people in my life." He picked up the bucket and damp rag, dropping both rags into the bucket as he straightened.

"What about you? Why did you choose to join with this Inquisition?" He looked back over his shoulder, the curiosity on his face both plain and uncomplicated.