Steve can't help but watch Jim's technique with the beers, eyebrow arched. Is this guy the real deal?

"Yeah," he says, one corner of his mouth ticking upward. "First game. Are you a fan?"

Of Robinson or of baseball in general, Steve doesn't bother to clarify. This guy at least knows something about baseball, and that has Steve relaxing his defenses and settling back in his seat again. He won't ask how, since he wouldn't have pegged him for someone almost 50 years into the 20th century, but Steve's got his own problems when it comes to being a man out of time.