Somehow the man he just locked eyes with recognises him, which makes Connor's brow furrow a little in confusion. Back in Detroit, he was used to being recognised - here, an anonymous traffic cop, it's far more of an anomaly.

"Yeah, that's me." He's still frowning a little as he leans over the table. "And I only learned this today, but I'll try to explain it."

His explanation of the basics isn't exactly fun-filled and dynamic, but he gets the point across.

"I'm afraid I don't know who you are, by the way," he says as he steps back, waiting for the other man to start and eyeing him curiously.