He doesn't fool her a bit. Before becoming an agent, she had gone to school to become a nurse. She sighs as a look of frustration crosses his features. That's to be expected with the after effects of an injury like his. Pri- could start a whole lot of words. "The professionals said that might happen. You might get snippets of memory that don't make sense right at the moment." She stills when his eyes glaze over.  If he remembers a bit of the blast, there's a good chance that he could remember information from before it. "We'll help you try to trigger memories." She doesn't say<span style="font-style: italic">if possible. </span>"You're in the United States, San Francisco to be exact. My name is Sarah Jameson. "You have a case of amnesia. Things may take time to come back to you. Until then I'll bring my laptop in here and we'll see if we can ring a bell. Along with getting some pain meds into you." She gives him a glare that says she will tolerate no argument.