Unsurprisingly, this was very humiliating to her. Bits and pieces of the debris of muddy memories were floating up to the surface. She was getting much less confused, a lot more blushy. Yes, definitely blushing. Her hands came down as soon as he'd asked that, and not knowing exactly what to do with them, she put them behind her back as if she were at an audition. Oh, no, she should leave them out, she'd thought, in case he was thinking she was... that she was still...
"Great. I'm great." She was lying, that much was obvious. Clearing her throat, she stayed by the door. Well, remained precisely where she was. He wasn't someone she recognized at all. She'd never even seen him in passing. Not in the lobby. Not in Russia. Only when he was in the guise of someone else entirely. That thought made her eyes shoot straight for the bandage.
"I'm really sorry about that. I'm really sorry about everything. If you need anything. I have... things. In my apartment. I dropped something in your room." She pointed into the direction of it."That's your room? I'm just really nervous and sorry." She covered her mouth as if to prevent saying anything else stupid.