[There have been a few times in his very, very long life where he's been absolutely positive he's met someone before, and certainly he's admitted to believing in some sort of reincarnation -- but he didn't anticipate feeling it here.

It's so unexpected that he initially dismisses it when it lights the moment he takes note of the gentleman approaching him. Sauntering, not approaching. He certainly did have a presence, didn't he? The smile he offers in return is slightly bemused and he can't help himself, really.]

I am making do with what is given me but it makes me pine for home. Say, I don't usually say this, but you really remind me of someone I knew back there. Have we met, perhaps?

[Sometimes France waxes on for hours, and then other times he gets to the point fairly quickly. It's just something in the man's demeanor that is very familiar to him.]