The Hostess, another Archivist, Warren-Hill Institute. Points Jon's yet unfamiliar with, though perhaps these things stem from the same source that him appearing from a separate time does: different places, different people, the same story. Varying universes are something that get no easier to understand when they're this close to home.

At least the first part is easy enough to understand. The Spiral has Distortions, the Eye has Archivists; it should come as no surprise that the Flesh would have it's own chosen. Apparently there's need for more than just Boneturners; it doesn't exactly shock him that different situations call for different professions when it comes to serving the Fears.

"Jonathan Sims, and... no offense taken, of course," he assures her after a beat, and offers a hand to shake--- not his wisest move, electing to shake the hand of another avatar, considering the way that went last time--- before finally finishing with the process of getting everything together. Once he's done, he still lingers, leaning lightly against the counter. "Of the Magnus Institute, yes. I wasn't... aware that other institutes had Archivists."

Perhaps it doesn't really matter much, now that he's here, and it may not even be the case in his own world, but since when has he ever been able to resist the call of looking into the sorts of things that may even apply to him tangentially?