Jacob nods, stepping forwards. His gauntlet still on his wrist, he rarely takes it off. Offering out his hand to Connor, "Jacob Frye, British Brotherhood."

It's so strange, introducing himself again to a man who he considers one of his closest friends. He isn't sure how he is going to build Connor's trust in him, which took months to build. You can't replicate that in a few minutes, but hopefully they won't have to.

"I appreciate this is all very strange, even when you consider First Civilisation technology. I'm sorry you've got to adjust to all this again."

He gestures Connor forward, planning to head to their shared residence. "What can I do to help you? I know Angel will have done her best to help, but this change takes time to take in."