He wasn't sure what it was about the man that drew his attention at first. The conversation he was having sounded distressed enough to warrant some attention, but Hardison mainly kept it a habit to keep his head low unless Parker was involved. Still, as he watched the RED Troubleshooter sneer at him and walk away, something in Hardison's mind clicked.

He knew that voice. He'd woken up disoriented, his memory trying to remember something that didn't fit with the rest of him. He was worried that the sleep gas had contained some kind of hallucinogen. It fit in well enough with the surroundings, except for the very real feeling of panic and familiarity. That and the fact that his voice hadn't been his own.

He moved over to the man, taking a seat beside him wordlessly. "Something tells me he can't hear you here."