[ He smiles for the introduction, then pushes away from the fence and jogs inside to locate the wallet he set aside when he got home. It takes only a moment for him to locate it, remove the ID and scan it before he comes back with it still in hand, like he isn't sure he could keep the information in his head in the time it takes to walk back to the fence. ]

Roman Fletcher, apparently. Pleasure to meet you, Gamora. [ He pauses, shrugs. Her sympathy reaches and he just tries to let it sink in. ] Or... see you again as the case may be. Being neighbors. Don't know about the hit to the head, just that this is pretty crazy. Who just packs up amnesiacs and sends them home after some mass accident streak?