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[It's been an interesting struggle, living and breathing his way back from amnesia without any cues to go on beyond a name, short of the odd muscle memory and habit. Some memories war with each other to such a level he has no choice but to accept both and see which will eventually override.

For example his strong inclination toward an absence of a father-figure from as early as he can remember. And the memories of his father being here, in Wayward Pines, maybe estranged but not absent entirely.

Solo opens the door with a smile that freezes in place, but he gestures inside, the picture of hospitality, if hospitality was presented by a robot, maybe.]

Well this is... [neither unexpected nor a surprise, and not entirely unpleasant. Maybe:] good timing. Come in.