[ He presses his lips together in a thin line, thinking it over, and then he repeats, ] Way before?

[ He clears his throat, the camera shifting with him as he fidgets. ]

Like, uh. Probably a lot.

[ Another pause, this time an awkward one. ]

Listen, don’t get angry. [ In that quiet, soothing tone of voice he uses when he’s trying to talk down folks who could snap his neck with a well-aimed sneeze. ] Sometimes I can be pretty bad about matching names to faces. Or faces to people. Or, uh. Remembering stuff in general. So just keep in mind it’s probably me, and let me just nip this in the bud right now and start with this: My bad. So, um. With that out of the way.

... I— literally have no idea who you are.