Will's eyebrows go up, because that's the most direct way he's been asked, so far, but he doesn't mind, no. “I seem to be from further in the future than most people from Earth,” he says. “I'm not Terran, though. Well, I'm human -” depending on who's being asked, maybe, but those lurking suspicions don't matter, here, “- but I'm from space. Orbital space.” His abilities aren't particularly unique or powerful here, so far as he can tell, and he's seen plenty of people who seem more dangerous than he does just walking down the street. All he can do is predict what someone who wants to harm him is going to do a few seconds ahead of time. “What did you want to know?”