He almost says he's met another man with the same background. Connor wouldn't thank him for that, and fortunately he realizes that before he speaks. It would be futile to hide that he has some knowledge of the Game, though, so he nods slowly. "Very different circumstances. If I die, I'm not likely to get another chance."

"1584..." He tilts his head back thoughtfully. "I was still in the Andes, then. Trying to slow the spread of smallpox and influenza, for all the good that did. Where are you from?"