And Khan just keeps watching, even as Julian leads him into the turbolift. His brain, never particularly still to begin with, is busy cataloging the differences a hundred years has made. When the lift simply halts partway to their destination, he turns an inquiring eye to the doctor.

He's not concerned. Here, the advantage is his. That the good doctor has chanced being alone with him is either a gesture of goodwill, or a sign of incredible foolishness. Or both.

"How much is known to the public?" Khan asks, lacing his hands behind his back. History hasn't remembered him kindly, he's certain, but he chafes under the name of John Harrison. Harrison was a tool, a weapon, built and broken by Marcus and Section 31. He doesn't want to be that man again.