Yeah, that happens. When I got here, everybody wanted to tell me about some other-me that wandered around before I got here, and I didn't have a clue what they were talking about.

[ He dismisses this - for him - deeply uncomfortable topic with nothing more than an airy shrug of his shoulders. ]

Lucky for both of us, I adapt quickly.

[ Even his staring has grown somewhat less intense, though he's still very clearly off-balance. ]