"Hal Yorke," he repeated, his brow furrowing as he tried to recall any instance of that name. Though since he, Nick, hadn't even remembered his own name, what were the chances, really? "Sorry," he shook his head. It seemed the other man didn't want to say too much though - maybe he thought it would be too much for him to take in at once. So he asked something else. "Is there anyone else I know here?" Then there were the questions he had about here...