[There's something bewildering and almost endearing about a man dressed like a rummage sale greaser looking all self-conscious and bashful. Wade's grin grows a little more mischievous, his eyes sparking with amusement.]

Well, not a total fuckhead. Maybe just a little bit of a fuckhead. Like... the skim milk equivalent.

[His eyes unfocus as he attempts to recall whether or not he's heard of this guy before, but finally shakes his head and shrugs as his memory banks come up empty.]

Sorry, "Travis" ain't ringin' a bell. You're from one of those Japanese games, right? You got the look.

[You know, the "so American it must be a parody" look.]