Picking locks with his feet. Because he was just that good.

Still, his secrets had made problems before and sometimes still came back to haunt him. But it mostly seemed all right these days.

"Little bit in de future, oui." He straightened, shifting her hand to his arm, which was covered by his overalls. More comfortable for her, since she didn't have to worry about him accidentally touching her skin. "Not so far ahead as, say, Bishop, but some."

Since Bishop was the time traveller who was closest to their time. Well, Rachel might actually have been from closer, but it was hard to tell.

His own smile eased and he nudged her shoulder with his. "Gotta 'gree. T'ings here are al'eady lookin' up, now dat you're here."