[The man across the table is poorly lit, but when he lays down his file folder, he leans in closer and mimics Jesse's position. It brings him further into the light, but that doesn't seem to help much, as he's not much to look at and almost indistinguishable from any joe on the street. The notes in the folder are clearly visible, but in an almost illegible shorthand. He looks up to the guards over Jesse's shoulder and seems to at least be tolerant of whatever signal he gets from them.]

Let's start with the basics. Tell me a bit about yourself. Name. Age. If you've got any super powered aces up your sleeve.