[Huh. She stared at him for a few moments, head tilted, thinking to remind him, maybe say something that might jog his memory but-

She decides against it, taking a slow sip of coffee instead. If she said something, it might cause confusion. And confusion might mean violence. She really wasn't in the mood for that.]

Oh, I'm not. But I'd rather not waste my energy throwing a tantrum. It might make me feel better, but I might end up shot for being a crazy person.

Have you ever been shot? It hurts.