Ah, the past. He loved the past. Or well, most of it. But 1840 was a good time, a very good time. Mostly. Good enough in any case. Calmer. Simpler. Sometimes. Hm, it really depended on where you were, actually, but for the most part good! Very good. Ronin chuckled to himself as he walked down the cobblestone streets, the sound of wagons and the clopping feet of horses, smiths hammering away in the forge, children running after a ball, men arguing over the price of an item and drunks trying to tempt the women for hire all swirling about him. He loved it. Every minute of it. Really, how many people got to see this? He grinned at his own question, amending it. Rather, how many people from the future got to see this? Ronin only knew of one other, but he also knew Karen didn't appreciate it, not quite like he did. Where he saw the potential to learn, to help, she saw the chance at mischief and power. Which, Ronin supposed, was why he was here at all. It wasn't a random stop. It rarely was. Eh, better get to work then. It wasn't going to do itself. Never did. Very inconsiderate of it. He chuckled again, earning a studying glance from the man beside him before the gentleman in question hurried away and Ronin grinned, tipping his hat in amusement to the man, though, the other never saw it. Just as well. The last thing Ronin needed was to be remembered by someone. Not with the havoc he knew he was going to cause. It was time to put a stop to Karen's work here, which meant he had an underground organization to visit. Oh, the fun he was going to have!