That was something that he noted and picked up right away about her now as she had always been in his foggy memories and that was first checking him over. Like she cared. Like he meant something to her and that warmed him to the idea that he could bow his head, slide to his knees before her if it was ordered and let her direct his hand to missions and targets. She would give him structure, but the warm compassion that he had so far lacked in the last seventy years. There was no compassion when one was a weapon to be set loose.

"I was lost," he said simply to her reasoning that he didn't want to be found. That might have been true, but he had never stopped looking over his shoulder watching her give chase. It had been the only thing keeping him going before he realized what he needed, but she was here now. She would put things right, uniform or no.

"You saw my message then," he added with a tip of his head so his dark hair fell partially over his face. "I had hoped you'd recognized my sign for you."