He laughs a little and shakes his head. "No, not- uh... shit, it shouldn't be complicated to tell you what year it was back home, but, um..." he squints a little and tilts his head to look over at Alec again. "my life's weird... time travel is a thing back home. Not for everyone, but-- it happens." He nods a bit, lines pressed in a line. He knows it sounds crazy, sometimes he's not sure his life was real, and hey, given all the drugs he's done, maybe it wasn't (it was, unfortunately).

"But okay, so...right before I showed up here," he points toward the floor, hands bouncing a bit before settling again. "it was 1963. But before that," he swings his hands to the left, index finger out on each hand. "and my proper time is 2019. But, like," and more vague circular hand waving motions are happening. He doesn't stop doing this, sorry, man. "I dunno. VCRs and record players and payphones were still in common use, you know?"

By Hardison's standards, though? Yeah. The tech in Klaus' home world, and proper timeline, was stuck largely in the 90s.