He watched her with carefully bridled interest, though behind the mask none could truly tell, and his posture generally gave little -if anything- away. Her words perplexed him though - memories resurfacing?
As things were, he had always recognized Talon's top assassin as the late Gérard Lacroix's missing wife, but only so far as appearances were concerned. Beyond that, he had found little trace of the woman once known as Amélie. In some ways, their situations weren't so drastically different.
She redirected her attention to him, however, and the only indication he acknowledged it for several seconds was a slight quirk of his head to the side.
"Old habits die hard," he responded, gravelly voice drawing the words out slowly as he had a tendency to do. How would he have known those very words echoed the sentiments of one he'd not be so keen on resembling?
Giving a dismissive, languid, wave with one hand, he continued. "When you're stuck on the graveyard shift so long, gets hard to turn things back around." Daytime missions were one thing, but considering nearly everything about him from appearance to physical disposition, the cover of night suited him just as well these days as they had back then.
"I'd say I've got the opposite problem from you, though. Can't keep my mind busy enough." There was a spark of something in the corner of his mind, a hint of that familiar glow that Reyes used to keep so well. "Tell me something. Has this happened before? Old memories of yours returning?" And if so, had she sought out the doctors to 'fix' her those times as well?