Giles spares a glance at the figure, not glaring at it though he wants to.

At least he's not the one saying awful things this time.

"More than. It started a week or two after Oswald and I arrived." Isn't that a melancholy thought, that a year has passed and without any real acknowledgement. His hand reaches to worry at the necklace beneath his collar without him noticing. At least he doesn't have anyone left to miss this time. "Time does seem to have a habit of slipping away here"