[Marlowe's caught off guard for a moment, frowning, his salute wavering. He's more confused than anything else. He's sure the Captain couldn't have forgotten about him. So--something must be wrong.]

Sir... you don't remember?

[Well, Marlowe isn't so easily deterred.]

Private Marlowe Freudenberg, formerly of the Military Police and currently serving the Survey Corps, Sir.

[What he's saying, he would be executed for back home, but he announces the fact without the least hesitation.]