Peter paused, debating on what exactly to say. Nightingale liked his privacy, that much was clear, but he was fairly open about his particular state with anyone in the space to understand it. And he wasn't here to complain, anyway.

"The 1910s, or thereabouts." He never gotten an exact date off the man, but Peter thought at this point he had enough hints to go off. "Things have changed a lot since then. And not just because it was a hundred or so years ago. The way he's told it, the old ways were around for hundreds or years before that."