"Madame who?" Scarlett asked, the name not ringing any bells whatsoever. "I have no idea who you're talking about so I'm guessing that I either really don't care or that I've heard the news and forgotten it already. Either way, I don't see how some woman's death is any business of mine."
She almost scowled, wanting to smack the attitude off of the woman's face. "Well, maybe you should look at medical history before coming to harrass an alibi. Only asking me what I remember when I don't remember anything smacks of insensitivity to me. So perhaps looking can't be counted but that certainly can."
She'd have to talk to Cass and see what he knew about this bloody ignorant woman. "Who are you anyway?" she asked.
"How would I know? If he says I was then I likely was with him. He's an old friend hence why I'm staying here until I get my memory back," She shrugged. "I can't help any more than that."