[He watches the man as he enters, as well as his interactions with the guards, and it takes a few seconds after being invited to sit down that he actually does. He's totally tense, gaze downcast at the table, both out of genuine awkwardness and nerves and because he'd been told before how pathetic it makes him look. Sympathy might be useful.]

I don't know. Probably, but I... I don't remember earlier than a month ago. I haven't discovered any powers I might have.

[Except for the one making itself a nuisance at the moment, and that he doesn't need to eat or sleep.]