Yeah, this guy sure as hell does remind him of Brick. He never thought he'd miss the guy, but the resemblance and the mannerisms are uncanny enough to make him think maybe he does, after all.

He can tell the guy's used to telling tall tales. And if this was his world, he'd assume he was Lance, or ex-Lance maybe, except of course the uniform didn't quite match up. Still, he's seen enough soldiers on leave hanging around Moxxi's bar to recognize the type. He never really associated with them much, though, unless it was a slow night and he'd had enough alcohol to put up with their whole military bullshit long enough for a drinking game or two.

"Not a clue. Guess you better tell me," he says, then has a long drink from his bottle.