Terry doesn't know the half of it, really, but Jamie's never bothered to point out the whole being from the 18th century to him. The Scot seems to be under the impression it might not go over well, for whatever reason.

He scratches his head. "The City's pretty big, but, aye, maybe." He doesn't sound completely certain about that - he's having a little bit of trouble grasping the who speed of sound idea. He'll just trust that it's very fast, however, and leave it at that.

There's a rather skeptical look at the Bat-revelation. "Batarang? That's..." Okay. That's just weird. "Ye might have a point." And Jamie just decides that he really don't want to think too much about that, so he's going to try and peer inside the cockpit instead. "So how's this work, anyway?"