[ He chortles a little under his breath, watching his feet as they walk. He hates being off-balance like this, but how else do you react in this situation? His usual dickish bravado isn't gonna get him far this time. ]

Yeah? No kidding. [ Knowing himself - and he thinks he does, thank you very much - he definitely would not have told her. Would probably have played it off as a suspiciously similar name and likeness and called it a day. ] I mean, how do you even start that conversation? "Hi, I'm your buddy's progeny from half a dozen decades in the future, how are you?"