The old man huffs a laugh. "You think you're the first 'Gordon Freeman' to come through the city? You're off by a couple dozen, boy. Everybody knows this is where he was born. Every time you turn around, there's some young punk claiming to be the One Free Man, ready to lead us to freedom and prosperity... and then he either skips town with half our supplies, or gets himself killed along with a squad of our own soldiers."