[ ah, shit. he already forgot. it'd taken some time getting used to being in his own skin again, explaining to the others here in taeum that it was him. he'd forgotten he'd have to do the same for those on the other side. ]

Ah, yeah, it's — [ he purses his lips, rubbing a hand over his cheek. ] It's me. It's Kovacs. Kind of a long story, but this is my ... I guess, my real face. Real me. Body I was born in.