Ty had been listening, which was part of the problem, but he let out a small sigh, nodding and trying to relax and focus on the other man instead. It was easy, considering it seemed to be a game to him to come up with more and more ridiculous things to say.

"Eighteen hundreds? What-" If he had been hoping to distract him, it had certainly worked, and Ty let out a small yelp of surprise when the other man grabbed the knife away from him. He was half-relieved, half-weary, but he still out a hand to high five the other guy.

"Thanks, great team work." He beamed, not sure what to make of his story, but he definitely had been helpful so he'd believe that part at least. "Though if you're from the eighteen hundreds, how do you know about automatic weapons and grenades?"