She glances at her d-PAL. "Very well then...Alek Reyne. You don't have a history...a recent acquisition. Taken as prisoner in the recent South African conflict." She looks back at him, her gaze softening. "I'm sorry." She means it. Jesus, that had been a mess.

Sentiment was something she could ill afford most of the time, but it would probably help to show him a little humanity to crack through his shell.