She raised her eyebrows gently, searching his face. "I didn't ask if you knew me. Everyone knows me, one way or the other." She strained a bit, it was all so familiar. It was fated, and brothers-in-arms killed brothers-of-blood and through it all was woven the irresistible feeling of love lost and among it all, /he/ swam through it bright and clear against the blood. Her head throbbed with the effort, and her knuckles whitened around the handle of the basket, but... ah. How could she have forgotten?
"But I do know you." She smiled faintly, and it became immediately apparent her face did not seem to be made to smile. She reached passed him for a pack of gum, examining it. "The people you know are most well-known among me and my sisters. Not quite a compliment to you, Mac Nessa." She looked up again, seeming in quite a good mood now, though her hands shook faintly from the effort of recalling it all. "Nessa... your mother's name, isn't it?"