[It's easy enough to ignore the first name. It isn't his, after all. Obviously that human is talking to someone else. But the second- that requires his notice, and he whirls, hackles raising, because he's been here for all of five minutes and he doesn't know that voice.

This close the details are clearer. His face is rounder, younger, and he doesn't have even the faintest of his facial scars, let alone the ones on his arms. He's a teenager.]

Who the hell are you?

[This isn't Tempest.]