He nodded with a smile smile. "Yep. Everything's so new. Old." He laughed a little, before making a face. "Flashlights are weird.--Are they called flashlights or torches? Because this loudmouth lady told me they were torches."

Unlike earlier, Albedo seemed to realize he was rambling, and fell silent, glancing up at Angel watchfully. It was too easy to irritate adults, and he knew too well how they could react. This man didn't seem like a doctor or scientist, but there were other ways to be cruel. And if the man was one of the very few people that weren't cruel... Albedo didn't want to irritate him anyway. Angel was the first person here that treated him as a person.

He turned another page, again lightly tracing the lines of the drawing. "This is good," he said quietly, not truly knowing if it was or not. Albedo thought it was, but he didn't have much to go on. It seemed like it could be. It was. Maybe. He tilted his head, continuing to trace the outside lines. "This place doesn't exist anymore, in the future," he added. "I found out this is four thousand years in the past."

He looked up, smiling. "It's exciting."