Thomas moved to put away the dishes that Rena dried, listening to her speak and trying to think back to anyone who might match her description. He met a lot of people, of course, but whoever this woman was seemed to believe he held an awful lot of animosity toward her- animosity that he, himself, didn't remember!
"It doesn't make sense," he admitted, picking up a few more plates to put away. "What did she look like?" Perhaps a description would jar his memory. "Or- did she give a name?"