"It's okay," Lucy says, trying to reassure him. "This is not the first time I've spilled coffee on myself and it won't be the last. It's okay, really. I appreciate that you kept me on my feet more than a little coffee on my jacket."

Lucy tugs at her collar, presses her scarf to the liquid to dampen it and then sighs before smiling at him. "And you must be from quite the different time for that to be surprising. They haven't allowed that in my time for a long, long time."

Just from looking at him, she can't guess from what time he might be from. She doesn't think it's too long ago just by the jacket but maybe that's something he's picked up since arriving. "At least it's not snowing today. Cold but not as cold as it's been here."