Of course. Number Three, if arrived from a certain instance in time, wouldn't recognize those names. But for Five, that just begs further questioning; how did the government here come upon that particular data? Just as they know his identity and power set on arrival?

Too many possibilities and not enough time to do that math. He's just going to have roll with it, figure things out on the fly. (That's what they were all trained to do, isn't it? Save the world in a blink of an eye?)

"The government knows more than they should here," he says, and it's true. There's no reason for him to trust this place; only his siblings, even if the one in front of him isn't the one he held the hand of as he pushed them all through time. "And for some reason I don't yet know, they seem to have assigned you these names. Call it an educated guess for now, but I think it might be best if we try to contact Number One through this channel. If we get a hit on his location, we'll be in a better position to get more answers."

Typical Five, asserting his knowledge and intellect. Everything is so matter-of-fact as he says it, but he doesn't grab ahold of the device in her hands. Instead, he gestures to a few buttons. "There, that should record something."