"Do I remember you? Mr. Bauer, who could forget such a charming demeanor?" Eddie spoke with his usual smirk, his emphasized words skirting the realm of mockery. Truth be told, Jack Bauer was not a man easily erased. There was a certain feeling that Bauer typically inspired, something mixed with wariness and careful awe. Eddie inclined his head, promptly curious about his company's intention.

He had a few guesses in hand.

"I'd offer you a drink, but I'm afraid the only thing I've on tap is water," he said as he indicated the small bathroom in the back. "And you'd have to use your hands to cup. I'm not allowed cups anymore, not after what happened the last time."

Eddie smirked again. He walked a few steps away from the door, as was customary for the arrival of guests. No one felt comfortable when a patient hovered too closely to the glass, even if Edward was technically allowed to move as he pleased (in restricted areas, during restricted times). One of the perks to his particular, non-criminal ward.

"How may I be of service, Jack Bauer?"