"It's okay," he says, and it comes a little easier, a little more fluid and natural. "Sorry." He rubs the back of his neck, his expression sheepish. "Nick said it'd all come back. That I've, non sum commotus est, I've done it before?"

He looks at her beseechingly, both a request for patience and confirmation. Does everyone here know him? Is he, ironically, the only one who doesn't? The fact that everyone keeps calling him the same name helps some, reminding him that he was someone before whatever happened happened to him, before he mounted another plane of existence, which doesn't even sound plausible but it's the only explanation he's gotten that makes any sense.