Before anyone had a chance to reply to his hellos a haggard-looking man staggered into the cafeteria with the help of a cane. Scott hurried to his side, putting the man's free arm around his shoulders. The contact conveyed a lot of information: the man was dehydrated, nauseous, had a throbbing headache, and was borderline malnourished. One of his legs was partially atrophied from the obviously missing muscle.

"Do we know each other?"

Scott blinked as he recovered from the rush of information. "Um, probably." The reply earned him a scowl. "Look, let's get you sitting down, then some water." He steered the man toward the nearest chair. "I'm Scott. Do you remember your name?"