[He gives the faintest nod in return, to acknowledge he heard the introduction -- but it tells him nothing, nothing but an itch at the back of his mind, the feeling he should know. Should remember... something. Something about this man.
Anything.
For so long, he's been nothing but an efficient machine, a ghost-- never before has his mind turned against him like this. Started to betray him by bringing in faint images he can't put together, that keep slipping away before he can so much as see what's in them. It happened on the bridge... it's happening again now.]
I don't know you. [Don't engage, says his mission operative. But the truth is... he's not even sure what his mission is, here, anymore.]