Do you do that often, then? Go spelunking in the minds of strangers?

[She looks at him rather dubiously, pausing to take a sip of her coffee.

Well. He seemed friendly enough, at least. She hard certainly spent time with worse during this whole memory-loss debacle. She actually manages a smile in reply, forcing herself to relax. It's not fair for her to jump down this throat like that, nobody seems to know very much about who they are, and it's been a real effort to shove aside her defensive tendencies and allow people some room for error. It's what she would have wanted from them, so it was only right that she try to extend the same courtesy.]

If that's the case, what made you decide that I was the one you wanted to hear you?