The man raised an eyebrow again.
And what exactly can I do for you, Miss Vance?
Alyx turned, holding out a photograph. An old man with white hair, brown skin, and wearing a green vest. "
There's a man to be found. Maybe you've seen him."
The man stared at Alyx unflinchingly, noticing that there was something she had almost said but had stopped. Finally, she gave in.
"He's my father. Eli Vance."
The man nodded, apparently satisfied with her explanation. The woman turned towards the door, walking slowly towards it as she continued.
"They've taken him. To Nova Prospekt."
The man winced at the name, feeling a small amount of pity. Nova Prospekt had been a High Security Prison for Atlas and his thugs, before things had gotten out of hand and the prison had been overrun. Andrew Ryan, ever charasmatic, had elected to simply sink the prison four-thousand fathoms below his shining city; of course, nobody had objected. Filled with Atlas's thugs and crazed splicers, Rapture had no lost love for it.
And thus, things had gotten back to normal. Well, at least as normal it could be living underwater. Until now, two days later. With her. Turning back, the man looked towards Alyx and nodded.
For some reason, he was compelled to help her; it was as if he knew her, or had known her in the past. Alyx, apparently satisfied with the man's answer, paused as she opened the door leading out of the man's office.
"Oh, I almost forgot. I'd like to at least get your name."
The man looked at Alyx in surprise, raising his eyebrows.
"I said, your name." Her tone had become the slightest bit on guard.
The man steeled himself, getting ready for what he had to do in order to prove himself.
And for the first time in ten years he spoke, grabbing the Revolver and slinging it in his pocket.
"Gordon Freeman."