Oh, fuck, he's been perceived.

Crozier is successful in hiding a full-body flinch, but not the deep scowl that's been embedded in the wrinkles of his face. He doesn't want to be known at Captain Francis Crozier of Terror fame -- not now, not ever. He's not that man anymore, but what the hell else is he supposed to say? He can't take it back now.

"Yes," he says after a long pause. "I don't suppose you know me from my travels to Antarctica?"