"Which part?" he asks as he shifts his stance so that he might stand comfortably for however long this takes.

He pitches his voice, cadence, and accent into a troublingly accurate impression of Dirk's own as he tilts his head and parrots, "Came to ask you what fucking happened to your brain the other day."

He blinks slowly at him. "What did you come to ask? Or... Did you come to tell me something. ...Perhaps there is some nuance I'm missing, or perhaps there is some nuance that you are missing. Several others have forgotten parts of their experiences seven weeks ago. I doubt that you have... Have you?"