"Bourne," he supplied. "And there's not much to tell. I was a pretty average kid, I guess. Military family." For the first time all evening he actually seemed openly uncertain, the fact that he was unfamiliar with having real conversations that extended beyond a few words all too apparent. He was out of his depth here, and liked it even less than he'd liked the questions. There was a reason he'd usually been given the covert missions, the ones where he could sneak off and dispatch people or locate things under cover of darkness or without pretext - he wasn't much good at the other side of it.
He returned his attention to the remains of his burger and fries, picking through them before adding "Mostly, decent, and football," without giving the specifics of how that was an answer to anything.