Afraid so, he says, as though it were some unfortunate thing. Like either he doesn't want to be here or he thinks he shouldn't. Something to tuck away perhaps.

His movements still just a moment hearing the man is a professor. He was allowed his secrets to a degree, but some professors knew and shared that information. It could connect with his name. It's also possible the man just doesn't know.

He straightens and turns back, a smile on him and two goggle sets in hand.

"History, huh? A favorite subject of mine. I'm not good at it or very knowledgeable but I've always felt sort of drawn to the older stuff. I'm Héctor. I'm... a TA. Been here since the semester before." He braces for a few reasons then, passes the a pair of goggles, then quickly puts on his own. "Mucho gusto, Yang. Here's hoping I don't kill your horse."