The information she recited was quite a bit on point, but also left out a number of missions that weren't officially missions, more favors he would guess. The black-listed stuff that no one needed to know about. Though the Resistance wanting him alive confused him a bit, considering the last time he had encountered them in any official way, he killed a Senator, and they were still called the Rebels. Why would they want him alive?

"No. The physical file could be burned for all I care. I prefer not having a record on file for me." Tapping a finger to his chin he allowed a soft sigh to escape his list. "I assume a bunch of those mission records have heavy black ink all over them, don't they? I reported more than half directly to Snoke, not to mention the other... errands he sent me on, and going back to before I was even apart of the Empire or the First Order... those were interesting times as well."

Standing up, he started to pace around a slight bit, trying to work this jigsaw puzzle out, but it seemed there would be a few pieces to the puzzle missing for the time being. "Though I see you are keeping tabs on me. Can't get me out of your mind?" He teased as he was the one now trying to bring his own mind back from racing. Though, he knew that possibility wasn't going to happen anytime soon. 

"The last time I was on this planet... The mission went south. We didn't know what the hell we were getting into with the local Rebellion. It was a different time back then." His face fell a bit as he allowed the breath he was holding in to escape. Stopping at the bed, he fell back onto it with a careless nature about it. This seemed to be a bit of a different Joran. "I guess it's story time then?" He chuckled softly as he looked over at her, wondering if she even actually cared.