He shakily moved forward, lacking the grace and agility he'd been known for in his life, trying to clear the gap between them. He was more than a little curious about this stranger, and their surroundings, but even more curious with the way said stranger was looking him over.

And then the Outsider spoke - a single, familiar-yet-unfamiliar name coming from the other's lips. He jumps briefly, a flash of a memory appearing before his eyes, and then it's gone as soon as it came. He... knew that name, just not who it was or what it was tied to.

So he stops, and tips his head to the side, dislodging the steam from the tubes in his head and lifting the goggles over his eyes.