The guy finally turns around and, up close, it's uncanny the resemblance this man has to Jackson. There are differences, of course; Derek can't imagine Jackson cutting his hair like that because it'd mess with the Pretty Boy image he seemed to favor so much. The tattoo, for another. And this guy looks weathered and beaten, quite literally, which makes sense in the context of this meeting, but all of these signs still point to Definitely Not Jackson Whittemore.

Which leads Derek to ask. "...what's your name?" He pauses. "I missed the beginning of the fight; I didn't catch it."

...Derek's never been a very good conversationalist. He tries?