"It'll probably be terrible," they say immediately. That's not super helpful, though. "I guess. Look for the metal arm, or maybe not having an arm, might be some like that, too. Or." A pause, an obvious hesitation. They can't say their name. Can't even think it. Don't want anyone else to know. But. "A Sergeant, if it's a memory from in the army. Was my rank. Or a skinny blonde kid named named Steve."