He knows crazy people. He knows what crazy can be, and so far, spangled show attire isn't really all that crazy. Nor is the impossible of being brought to a strange place like this. At least for now, either they are all sane, or Abe is the crazy one and this is all in his mind.

Cat? he raised a brow at that. "No, I don't believe I have ran into anyone, let alone a cat." Abraham liked cats at least. The former president was said to have a small obsession with them. HE wouldn't call it an obsession, but he did like them.

"Prisoners would be behind bars, or at least cuffed. It's nice to feel like there is some freedom of movement here." He said in agreement, still looking from Steve to the place around them, taking it all in. He was still calm. Casual for the most part. Nothing made sense but.... if someone or something was in trouble, he supposed he could lend a hand.

"I'm sure I would have said yes to the offer if someone had asked me face to face." He wasn't one to say no often. Maybe if FDR was the one asking, he'd have told him to sit on it... and then went and did the fighting anyhow. But this? This was different, wasn't it?

As for the wounds he must have taken? It's a good thing they are healed up, huh? "So.. what IS the objective? Or do I need to go find one of these librarians and ask?"