There were only occasionally children in HYDRA bases, and they were uniformly girls. So there is very little about Fives to remind him of things he can't actually remember. He stares slightly to the left of his actual face, maybe at his left cheekbone, with his faint expression perhaps translating to "bafflement", but he does slowly set down the mostly-empty soup bowl for the coffee mug.

It smells familiar. Which is weird.

This isn't a handler or a tech or even a baby widow. (The fuck's a baby widow?) So he dredges up some of the acting-like-a-person-in-public protocols and says, in a softer voice than it looks like someone his size should have, "Thanks."