It was less unnerving than he'd thought it would be, if anything it just made him nostalgic. The young face staring back at him was certainly reminiscent of how his had looked when he was training under Miller. The same suit he'd used to wear on missions though he assumed they'd given you an updated model. And unlike you, he hadn't spent nearly an hour sitting in a box reading a random book when there was a perfectly good chair nearby. He'd already commented and joked to the few scientists that he could find that you were broken, some kind of caricature of himself with his likes and dislikes. Though the scientists almost all would retort something about how you'd cost to make and then they'd claim about how they'd fix the "childish behavior". The whole ordeal had led up to him squatting in front of you and clearing his throat as he brushed off his pants. Christ, did his eyebrows really look like that? He gave you another once over as you eventually looked up at him, putting down the book that had sat tightly held in your hands. He wasn't entirely sure how to talk to you and so he just gave a forced chuckle before speaking "They name you David, too? David 2.0? Something clever like that?"