Rafe's pose relaxed marginally, but mostly from shock.
He didn't know his name. He was like her. Only Order contractors lost their names. That meant he wasn't the enemy.
"So..." Her voice trailed off. What do you say after that? She tried again and ended blurting out, "So just my psyche. That's...not going to leave me with mental disorders, is it?"
No, no, that wasn't right. Why was this suddenly so hard? Gaaah screw it!
"I'm the same way," Rafe said, quickly. "I mean to say, we're on the same side." She tugged at her fringe. "No, sorry, what I really mean to say is, there's a reason I don't remember what Rafe's short for. I lost my name. Like you."