[Vicious hums in response; he feels like he's forgetting something important, something that would at least explain part of this... Nah, it's probably nothing.]

You don't recognize me either, yeah? Then that's all the answer I need - we're nowhere near the place I'm from.

[It doesn't sound like bragging, more like a statement of fact. You don't recognize him (presumably), the soldiers don't seem to, and no one else does either. So they can't be anywhere near home, because most people at least have an idea of who he is on sight.]

Might be we can turn the tables on 'em once we've got a better idea of what we're dealin' with. Better to play along for now and see where this goes.