It's his hand caught with her hand that Teddy looks to next in a sort of mild curiousity, but he doesn't pull his out of her grip, simply looking again at her upturned face. "You're Ms Mori," he says, helpfully. Then, after a beat, he amends, "Mako."

Not present. He hesitates. The limitations of his script are such that there aren't a lot of ready responses for deeper thinking outside certain themes, but he's not without ability to improvise, even if it takes him some seconds.

"I don't mean to cause you consternation. Sometimes a man's mind wanders far when he's reminiscing."