Time travel was tricky business. Yes, yes there was the butterfly effect, and temporal parodoxes and such, but wardrobe management was a right out bitch. A real, Mega massive headache and logistical nightmare. Not for my partner, mind you. That's always how it works for men, doesn't it? They slap on some marginally fashionable suit and they can slip into dozens of centuries and cultures. What do I get? Attempting to blend in with wardrobe filled to the bursting with enormous, uncomfortable clothing inappropriate for field work, or binding my too full breasts and claiming to be an eunic.