The more action this man takes, the more those subtle differences begin to emerge. At first blush he might look like a carbon copy of Jean-Paul, but Wes notes that their movements aren't the same. Apart from the well-trained posture and the air of certainty that both men share, there's something lacking in this man's fluidity. Something that signifies training, rather than inherent ability. The difference is subtle, but it's there. Wes has been a long time at studying Jean-Paul, after all. When the man holds up the screen to show him the words, something in him deflates.

He doesn't blush or search himself for an apology, but his shoulders slacken, and then tense again in a very different way. The light in his eyes goes dim, and the uncertain curl in his lips smooths itself into neutrality.

YOU LOOK LIKE SOMEONE I KNOW. Understatement of the century. WHAT'S YOUR NAME? DID YOU JUST GET HERE?